I'm protesting my use of the computer for about a week and going primitive. If the hunt is good I'll have some verbal venison to pass around. Miss you all already. Talk and photos soon enough. Stay hungry and
Wanderlust comes and goes. I want to venture off the mark and then a booming voice with a tch tch quality reminds me to cleave fast to the original idea. No matter how much it hurts. I'm up and its a little after eleven. I'm remembering the day and the commas and pause between working on this quilt Kantha style. With each piece of the puzzle I've protected myself against devolving and deconstructing by damn near forcing myself away from the sewing machine to take a break. I work through , but the changes and perfecting comes in the wistful hours between awake and asleep. I've been thinking of changes and they came. Melding my old painting pursuit on wood with fabric. The method has not changed but motifs added and even old work seems apart of the oeuvre of the relatively current movements in paper and fabric. Christmas tasks pushed me as well as new found tactics in crafting and quilting magazines from the turn of the century. As the image formed in my mind it dawn on me that my painting is not that far from my fabric pursuit. This cinches it. I have one letter to place in the top. It was from a project some three years past and still striking. Two sets of five are complete and I'm moving on to the last set of three which are the whites. I finally get to use my stash from the Dallas Quilt Celebration: silk bought from a source that wholesales Japanese bolts and kimonos. I'm thinking positive, cause tomorrow is when I'll get them done and move on to piecing together the whole top. Also my deep thinking time when organizing or splitting the sets. A startling presentation was the old goal, still lingering. Now a cast iron pan of reality by playing the composition safe. Now that I've written it, I realize playing safe is a mistake. Asymmetry is where I love to play. No need to change play grounds now, I know where everything is at. Well, some things.
Hoping to have pictures in a few days. Gotta remind myself to by batting Venturing w/o a sketch today. Am I absurd and foolish or what? Now leaning and working aspic backwards to tie up loops. I learned how to live in my head and draw from the overhead view. Though often working like this, to me, incorporates adventure and whim. I see now details in my head and archivality a distant half cousin. Yet, planning execution to a tee, leaves no guess work when shooting for a solid product, process driven or not. Sketch later today and debating prepping more fabric. Spent three hours on my feet today to begin backing the slippery and sheers. Including the silks from the Japanese textile both I bought from the Dallas Quilt Show earlier this year.
Meanwhile, each stitch is coming alive in my head and the colors of fabric with strong hues that punch as well. Do I start tomorrow? I can't wait to, but I'm longing for complete organization so off to measurements and cutting till I'm blue in the face. Whack and stack they tell me. Maybe it won't take as long as I thought. |
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