We folk at 14 Secrets lead by the amazing Lani G are pretty doggone amazing. Let me know what you think, please.
This week our young women will be being introduced to making their own journals. First we’ll be creating paperbag journals from LCBO wine bottle bags, which I’ve already gessoed.
But I’ve been preparing this cover for a while now. It will hold all my Spirit paintings and Dot paintings from this summer. I’m going to keep the paintings secret for a while, but thought this steamy, hot summer day was ideal to share just the cover…
We all think of turtles as being slow, methodical and perhaps — if we are really, truly honest — plodding. So I guess it should not surprise me that my work progresses in much the same way. To paraphrase Anne Lamott, it moves forward stitch by stitch by stitch.
In my youth, I wanted to rush. I wanted to see progress and right then! So I spent a lot of time at machines that whirred and hummed. I still like that, but I have found that an hour of stitching every evening, by hand, in the waning hours, even in front of the “telly” (which for us is my computer screen and Netflix) … the work progresses. Yes, the progress is sometimes slow, but it is an enjoyable process.
I get to feel the textures as they emerge, admire the details, immerse myself in the work. And so I will share with you pictorially that Turtle’s carapace is now done. That being said, this does not mean that in some future time another stitch or two or three may be added. Hand stitching allows that when machines would scream defeat.
I suppose you’d like to get closer…
I have to admit that the texture is luscious!
You might like to try this yourself…let me know…maybe lessons can be arranged.
Today is Wednesday…the day my tribe casts wishes. I’ve been away so long, I feel a stranger, but it’s interesting that
poses this question today, “What do you wish to start?
Talk about synchronicity! Which I must say I am…
Why my dears, just at lunch with my very dear friend Jamie (another Jamie with whom I’ve been working through Melody Beattie’s “40 Days to a Miracle”) and I decided to switch gears from this process we’ve been doing for 18+ months and focus more on being accountable first to ourselves (and with each other) on giving ourselves permission to focus more on our artistic endeavours.
So tomorrow we start. My intention for this next period will be to spend at least one-half hour per day working on the above project which has been patiently waiting for YEARS. Yes, dear hearts, years.
Oh I hear those sighs, see those heads nodding. We all do it. So what better day to start than today? Just the prodding and prompting I needed from my two favourite Jamies.
Each day each of us will be accountable to spend the time we commit to and before hitting the pillow to email one word, “DONE!” to our partner.
Day at a time.
It’s about time!
Right now I am reading “No Ordinary Time” by Jan Phillips. Well, to be truthful I am not so much reading … as practicing this book. There are ideas, concepts, constructs, words, sentences, musings on every single page that I want to commit to memory, imbue into my cellular structure. This, found on page 195, speaks so intimately to my sense of “At Loose Ends” that I must share it…
Your words and thoughts
are your yarn and knitting needles.
Your life is the afghan, the mittens, the scarf.
If you work with wool and cotton threads
You will never end up with a cashmere sweater.
At first glance our socially constructed dichotomies will cause us to judge wool and cotton threads as “less than” cashmere.
But stop and think for a minute…
Do we all need, want, struggle to attain, desire, feel comfortable in and with a cashmere sweater?
Mostly I like to wrap myself in an over sized wool sweater while I snuggle into the sofa with a good book and a canine companion.
I still have an old red, acrylic sweater that I rescued from the closet of my mother after her death. For years I fondled the hankie left in one of the pockets and was comforted by the scent of Noxema. It quite literally WAS my mother in those letting go times. Now the scent is gone, but still the sweater is pulled from the closet to be worn when I need to let go of feeling like a “motherless child” and yet still feel childlike and cared for and safe.
My mother and I were/are both knitters. Wool is my choice; acrylic hers. We are so different, so alike…a knitted sweater so familiar an object as to be taken for granted (like a mother perhaps) until it becomes necessary. How wonderful to have these lines to bring to recall so much. To feed my soul with the ordinary, the mundane, the trivial…that makes up so much of a rich, full life.
And so this short five lines gives me material to meditate on for years…
It’s been a great while…indeed too long…since the hum and whirr of the trusty sewing machine was heard around this ol’ house. But I happened upon a video from Teesha Moore got me to thinking about making another fabric journal. Not a fabric book, like this one i made aeons ago for Kate (youngest daughter)
Sorry, i digressed there, didn’t mean to teach a bible lesson. LOL
but this project will be a journal covered in fabric with lots of random sized pages of good weight paper in which to scribe and draw and paint in.
I couldn’t find a couple of starts that would be perfect…but they will show up. So inbetween doing the RBBP i decided to give myself a break and work on this a bit. There will be a lot of hand stitching in this. It will be a work in progress for a while, but since i have made the painful decision to forgo spending a year in London away from home, studying…while couch surfing i might add. No that was the right decision. There is too much else that calls to be done. So i’m off to the studio to stitch for a bit!