....but she showed them a thing or two or three. Slashed, layered and stitched into submission, the fabrics lay defeated. Little did they know she planned to either drag them into the front yard and set them afire OR soak them in acrylic medium and squash them between two sheets of plexiglas or then again, drag them behind the Honda for a few days.
I guess I deserved at least this.
These are all pictures of the same piece, just different views.
Now the question is "What is to be done with these things" or better yet
"Can I borrow a few onions?
approximately 12"...I am too lazy to go upstairs for the tape measure.
Every time I post an update on this piece, this series, it has a new name.
What's up with that RightBrain?
And when, exactly, is enough? I am still inclined to pick it up and settle in with the sewing basket and work on it for nine innings. I am running out of that iridescent sheer stuff and need more as it's finally starting to look like fascia. Ever attend a butchering?
Spankin' stuff, fascia.
"YEEEAHSSSSS!" as the sports announcers are fond of bellowing. I fixed Big J thanks to at least a dozen knowledgeable and generous people from the Quilt Art mailing list. Evidence to the right.
I was in a perfect funk yesterday thinking I was going to have to haul that bugger 45 minutes into Tucker and leave it there for a week or more and then have to shell out who knows how much of an idiot's gouging which I would have richly deserved for not trying to help myself.
Thank you all.
