I cut this one roughly in half. There was too much going on to use it whole. Still not sure what direction the story will be taking.
Hating some of it and being wonderstruck by other parts reminded me of the earliest stages of one of my favorite, most successful pieces, Blue Wave.
Created in a time of turmoil, I remember so many times when I'd pick it up to work on it and say "What the fuck?" as if elves came in at night and messed with it. I was ambivalent to the very end, and then I fell in love.
I've been studying the process pictures and remembering how much depended on being open to changing directions, staying in the moment, and not settling for anything less than Wow with every session.
Most importantly not allowing whole cloth to dictate the story. Others must come into play.
I was in the stitching chair from 10 to noon waiting for the Xfinity guy to come and make a miracle or two and I've already messed up by spending too much time stitching on it when I haven't spent a minute on composition.
Tiny Gingher storks to the rescue.
Time to clear the design wall and dump over the River basket.