gasp! some art for a change.

I've put the last of the hand stitching into Gates of Grace and I'm happy, for once, at how the machine stitching and hand work came together this time. Usually, it's an all or nothing proposition for me. Now I have to give some thought about backing and finishing the edge. I was going to mount this one on a canvas but handling it all this time has given me second thoughts. I don't even want to iron it because I don't want to lose the dimensional quality it's come by from layering six or more separate pieces of fabric. There is a discussion going on the SAQA list at the moment about quilts that suffer from the wavies looking unprofessional. I disagree. No one asked me but when I've seen pieces like that on exhibition I'm reminded in a nice way that a.these are quilts and, b. these are pieces of art made from cloth and, c.beating cloth into two dimensional submission is not part of what I'm looking for in fiber art, mine or anyone Else's. You can block a piece until the cows take up the bagpipes but temperature, humidity and handling are going to have their way with textile to some degree unless you mummify it with plastic or nail it down to canvas and wood. It's just cloth being true to it's reason for being. It was originally designed to live, breath, flex and conform to a three dimensional purpose. I like to let it be once I'm done fooling with it. addendum - see the side bar for two auspicious and delicious cards I pulled to contemplate this day.

Reaching back and reaching out

Stumbled across yet another online marketing opportunity this morning and spent a little time rummaging through old files to post these images where someone else might see them. At least I know for sure where this one is physically. See more online here at ArtBreak "Giraffe Crossing Against the Light" (145 x 87 cm)

SAQA Benefit Auction

I donated "Food Chain #3" to the SAQA Benefit Auction 2009 One Foot Squares. The Auction will begin Thursday, September 10th, 2009

dippin'

I took the cure for (everything) a few hours this morning and then spent several more hours picking out a load of injudicious machine stitching from this piece which was buried in the slush pile of unfinished business. I've decided that Glyphs needs hand stitching. What kind and how much I have no clue as yet. There will probably be a lot of stitching, picking out and stitching again as I feel my way.

Step One

A good friend sent me this artistic lifeline in response to my sulking. "The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts." Marcus Aurelius Go on, repeat it three or four times. Have you ever been riding a good horse who suddenly shifted up into a canter without your inept urging as if to say "This is how it's done." Even the rhythm is thrilling.