I have something in mind so I pulled a bunch of cloth this morning and actually ironed it just to see what I really had. My grandma would have had a fit - I ironed sitting down!
I don't know how to capture the iridescence of damask that's been ironed. This picture almost gets it.
Now, for the patience to take my time composing - not threading a needle until the design works.
Lately, the rush to stitch has only lead to misery.
Right now stitch needs to take me to the place where the words grow.
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Bomenrij by Jan Mankes 1915 |
3 comments:
The photograph is beauty full, yes, close, but the shimmer and glow...o....
I wasn't a damask fan until your dyed damask made me a convert ...
Liz..I think of damask as living cloth. It's almost like flesh.
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