Secret Dreams


Some dreams are hidden, behind a silky bodice.
 
 

 

There is an edge, softened with age.  It's taken to curving in on itself.




Buttoned up.  What would you see, if you loosened those buttons?
 


  
Would you see my dreams?  I think so.
 



 They're right there.  Just look.



This piece is made with repurposed textiles, including a piece from the bodice of a 1940s silky blouse. The portion around the linen central "window" is woven strips of cloth, a technique I fell in love with while participating in Jude Hill's workshop. The  border is made from cloth hand-dyed by Arlee Barr.

This piece of interactive textile art - thank you, Dee Mallon, for giving it that identity - is a diminutive 7.25" wide x 6.5" high.

Added 4/19/2011:
On my Flickr page, Dee Mallon at Cloth Company commented on the new direction taken by this piece. That got me to thinking about which aspect(s) would be perceived as new direction.
  • Stitching on this sort of textile? Well, I did do that ages ago, but then I was distracted by the beauty of the felted wool. And when I say distracted, I mean addicted! But I do enjoy traditional hand sewing and embroidery very much - the action of the needle on thin cloth is so rewarding; with felt it is so much more difficult! 
  • Then there is the cloth weaving. I tried this exact technique with the felted wool about twelve years ago! The process was pleasant enough, but the result was not at all satisfying to me and I quickly dropped it. This, again with the "normal" textiles, is so much more wonderful. And learning from Jude, being encouraged to experiment with this and that technique, has made it extremely interesting to me. I hope to do more cloth weaving, for sure.
  • Finally, there is the pale palette. My pieces are usually so drenched in color ..... yet I often swoon when I see a piece that is all misty shades of fog. So, I decided to somewhat force my wild muse to settle down to this paleness, just for a bit. It was tough going --- she really wanted to add red --- and she got her way, didn't she, in the "dream field."
So, what's next? I have a felted wool project which has been bouncing around in my head for several years! I fear the beauty I am imagining will die, if I don't get working on it really soon. This reminds me of a book, Father Flashes, by Tricia Bauer. At one point in the book, the narrator describes her brother, saying he procrastinates "until possibility fades to loss." Is that not a perfect description of the sad truth? I have to thank Tricia; that one elegant phrase has provided a gentle nudge, much needed, to get to making.


Lace Love

I have ironed a lot of lace in the last two days. I mean tons.

Believe it or not, this is only about half my collection of laces. It was actually quite fun to iron it, because it was like discovering it anew. Some really very precious items in those piles. I'm hoping to photograph some of the special pieces to share with you all.
 
What am I going to do with it? Good question! Some of it is too beautiful or too scarce to use - I just can't bear the thought of losing it. And I don't mean that just in terms of personal loss; I mean I want it saved for posterity, not cannibalized to add flourish to a cuff or edging to a little quilt. I'll save it, at least for now. As for the rest, there is just way more than I can ever use and I'm losing my taste for saving things. I am truly surrounded by too much stuff and I periodically make a brave attempt to downsize. It's really not good for the soul to have a cluttered life and it is deadly for the creative spirit - at least it is for mine. I need to have some scarcity in order to create, to make something from nothing. If I have an overabundance of the something, then my muse says, Why bother?
 
The lace will be wonderful for embellishments, but I'd have to be embellishing things for an awfully long time before I could plow through it all. I am pondering what I might make from it on a larger scale. And, maybe I'll put some up for sale on Etsy.

Echoes

Spent the last two hours sewing silks and laces, listening to Echoes, on NPR ... magical ... meditative ... perfect accompaniment for creation .....


Thursday Tease

This is what I was working on at about three o'clock this morning. Do you have any idea what it is? Me either! It took a different turn, around 3:30, and now it has many shades of purple added to it.

Got lace?


One of the benefits of moving my studio - I'm rediscovering lots of goodies that I'd put away until "later" - I guess later is now. Is that like there's no time like the present? Or, one of my favorites, there's no present like time.