I'm hand quilting another butterfly and have one stretched on the barbe, rather the longarm (a large sewing maching) and am hanging trouble with the tension as usual. I may start quilting the butterflies and moths by hand as a principle just to feel my hand in it completely. I just decided to hand quilt a present because the tension on the longarm causes intermittent trouble. It is frustrating. Deadline is May/June. A simple design to repeat: A malteese cross.
I haven't come up with any break through moment. All I know is that I'm sleepy, cranky and my thoughts are disjointed. Those three conditions tend to produce a revelation of sorts. What to do next: Whether to draw or paint. I've laid off research for quite some time finding myself knocking head first into a photorealist wall. I was at Carol Morrissey's house a few days ago. She is a nationally known quilter. Looking at the hanging pieces of her work in her home it dawned on me she sticks to the renderings of a digital camera. Detail, color and design. Very well planned out and easily illustrated in the derivative work from the photographs. Its just plain beautiful and is her quilting. Yours truly on the other hand is not using a camera and depending on her noggin to show her the way. what part to develop what parts to devolve. For some reason I'm stuck think whatever I am doing is making my life too hard. I relish in it though, but thinkg through Frieda Kahlo paintingf of papayas. I'm thinking I need to reference real life more. I was happy when I started to understand the interplay between colors but was utterly disappointed when it seems as if it were mere science. nothing noble or metaphysical about it. IN other words no new territory to discover. I'm resting on the butterflies and moths as an achor and I might get a reputation for it. A couple of people suggested that I make patterns and sell them. Much what Carol does.
I'm hand quilting another butterfly and have one stretched on the barbe, rather the longarm (a large sewing maching) and am hanging trouble with the tension as usual. I may start quilting the butterflies and moths by hand as a principle just to feel my hand in it completely. I just decided to hand quilt a present because the tension on the longarm causes intermittent trouble. It is frustrating. Deadline is May/June. A simple design to repeat: A malteese cross. It has been a five month journey concentrating intensively on the sewing. Purses and learning propeer pricing pointing has left my mouth dry more than once over this duration. I'm pulling the prices up to be commesurate with others whose work I compare to mine. Still, though working with recycled materials takes a chunk out of the total costs. It is labor that I am trying so hard to get my worth with. Several have commented that they appreciate the workmanship. With that siad I'll keep working and may choose to design and execute satchels and carryalls that are more artistic and more complicated in design. My mother says women want pockets, so I've been integrating the request and the sacrifice of the original design. Sometimes I think it is better for it. Other times I wish I could stand on my own artistic integrity without having to ask to be bolstered or try to incorporate another opinion.
I'm tired would be said over and over again last week. I concluded sewing for about a month to clear my head and get back to the fine art end of my pursuits and fledgling business. Acheiving a position in a gallery seems farther off than before not thinking about the competitions and reviewers biases and likes. I've come back to some much I've left behind before. I see my small studies bridging into larger works and all the time spinning my wheels over collecting natural elements or getting more books to reference from the library seems to be ok now and not an excuse not to work. I've not let myself really rest. It must be working because inspiration is slowly returning. Hopefully the cold won't defeat it all. |
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