Texture, detail, flow and mystery. Those are my muses. I work in fabric because of it. Joining pieces of cloth with stitch mimics the way my thoughts labor toward understanding. Each bit brings me a little closer to a dialog, each stitch animates the landscape.
I started this piece a week ago. There was no plan. I chose instead to let the scraps tell me who their neighbors should be.
Steeples and antennas fascinate me. They reach toward space with great force, probing the mysteries.
There was some wonkiness in my piecing, a little wave of impatience showing in the edges.
Adding a horizontal grid of black on black stitching created a subtle atmosphere behind the structures and stabilized the wonkiness.
Stitched details add life to the passive two dimensional surface.
Pieces like this make me smile, they seem to need a soundtrack.
I haven't named it yet. It needs to stay on the board for a little longer.