Old instructions (printed on fabric) for an electrical installation sliced and sewn, then a diagonal strip introduced. I plan on it being a bag of some sort………..It’s not finished because I switched to working on an oil painting and so it goes………..so THIS was last week…………exciting, right? It might turn out interesting. But it will be useful, also.
Letting my thoughts meander while clutching a coffee cup in a still-dark morning, I thought with a silent sigh: I haven’t gotten back into posting on my blog much. Then with a bit of glum: I suppose there’s always hope.
That’s how a Bag of Hope appeared above me like one of those bubbles in a cartoon.
The two sides could be a reminder that Hope is not always found as we expect. Sometimes hope hides like a Continue reading
I think I may be finding my way back. I have wandered far from my intentions. This shows the uppermost contents of my evening project basket. I first began stitching the golden brown on the leaf……….but soon switched over to using the bright red on the gray fabric piece. I felt the need of looking at something more vivid and happy.
I’ve been urged to get back on the blogging path. My screaming inner voice has been persistent but…………encouragement does help. (Thank you all!) So I have decided to change my method a bit. When I began this blog I had in mind to show a finished work and reveal the process. Since I am bogging instead of blogging I will approach from a slightly new direction, at least for now.
First of all, I can honestly say that I am a habitual, incurable, dedicated maker. Making is what gives meaning to my hours. But I flit from this to that. There are long dry spells of ‘in process’ without completions. So I will more frequently show you the object that has had my attention. Textile works are the focus of ‘Sew Path’ but some of my work in other media can be viewed in my sidebar.
Above is a photo of a textile that has not been able to make it ‘out of the chute’…it has been removed from storage and laid on my work table several times, the recipient of no activity other than fond looks while I work on something else.
The truth is that not all things creative are born of inspiration. Some are just built a day at a time like Life until suddenly a direction is determined. It appears this piece started aimlessly to use up paint or maybe I just didn’t know what I wanted to do that day.
I liked the painted strip but decided to combine it with other fabric and somehow ‘mesh’ the two.
Sandwiching fabric and batting with a bit of modern Trapunto technique (the added circles)
With a theme of circles and connecting lines I ‘marry’ the light fabric to the painted insert.
Painted and quilted fabric pieces and planning the bag.
I know that’s quite a jump. It’s not hard to notice that more painting has been done. Alas, I couldn’t find any photos for you of the process. Continue reading
Barbed wire art pouch.
Fabric is upcycled from uniform trousers.
Planning first side of bag using wire art
This insert is based on a charcoal study of barbed wire. I further developed it with a wash of liquid textile pigment (after using school glue resist). I did some quick stitching roughly following the lines of my drawing. I stitched it to a firm stabilizer with tightly spaced meandering rows of machine stitching. The ‘oops’ in the upper left corner inspired the next machine stitching: Continue reading
Painted Canvas bag with zipper and 4-strand leather braid zipper pull
This canvas zipper pouch began as a way to save every drop of liquid pigment applied to another fabric. It went through the ugly stage as art often does. Even after applying acrylic paint to save it from doom, my vision was to add thread embellishment. But here -without machine stitching – is the Circle-Purple Pouch with process photos: Continue reading
I’ve no photo to represent my day. It would take a few. Several. Perhaps there’s something wrong with me? I don’t mean really wrong because, really, what is normal? Normal is what we do ourselves. Abnormal is what others do that we don’t understand. Right? (Joking, of course! Tolerance is a remedy for much.) Continue reading