Custom work filled many summer days at the studio this year. Completed projects are now delivered. Before I completely shift into next season’s work, my hands and mind are revisiting techniques and tools: a bit like a family reunion.
Grandma Alice showed me how to tie quilts when I was a teenager. My fingers readily repeat the old motions. I enjoy adding this simple bit of thread into textile art. Seen here, knots added to wall hanging used in the worship space of The Legacy, Staunton, VA.
This conversation was repeated at every 2014 craft market where I sold my L-shaped wraps. This week the light came on in the connection closet of my brain. Why am I not making scarves from raw silk? And here they are! Prototypes with colorful dye and paint and also an elegant interpretation with black paint on the neutral silk.
I use a small 1 inch fringed hem on the short ends to create a soft edge without fussiness; the long sides are double turned and stitched. They measure approximately 17 by 70″. A raw silk scarf can become an all season star: tucked under a coat collar, tossed over shoulders as a wrap, or twirled to create a spectacular neckline.
They are not yet on the market, but will appear early in January 2016. Look for them at Seeking Stars Art.
This art piece was doomed to be unfinished, untouched for months but still in the range of daily examination. The aha! direction found me as I drove over the mountains, pondering my child’s life. “He’s never going to be happy until he learns to dance on the rim of nothingness.” I thought. “No, it is I that needs to learn that dance.” I argued back.
I returned to the studio and cut a hole in this work. I worked quickly, finding materials oddly at hand. I hummed the hymn, “I’ll praise my maker while I’ve breath.” I thought about little Mary at the annunciation, her receptiveness to impossible news.
The dance on the rim of nothingness (or everything) is old. In Advent we wait. We prepare. And some of us dance. Join me.
Silence is not the absence of sound. Silence allows many sounds to reach awareness that otherwise would go unheard — the sounds of birds, water, wind, trees, frogs, insects, and chipmunks, as well as conscience, daydreams, intuitions, and wishes. — Thomas Moore