The spicy tang of variety seeped into my studio this week. I work in series. And I work in serious pursuit of message.
Sometimes I grow weary and feel like I am repeating myself. Other times I am overzealous and over my head. This I know: pursuit is the reason. The act of making, stitching, cutting, pressing and assembling fabrics and threads brings clarity to thought. Believe me, if you sit and stitch for three hours on a little scrap of canvas your mind travels, bends and surges. Here's a little gallery of what I worked on this past week:
I finished Beast this week. It is a ragged, angry blot that satisfied a certain itch within.
I removed some orange thread stitching on the center figure of Thugs and added some black flies to the background. Black flies bite.
Part of my Silent Witness series: Yes, but does it pass the smell test? is on the design board. I need to figure out how to finish the edges of these small pieces. But first I need to make lots more of them.
Liar, liar, rough cut. This greets me every morning.
This confection of polkadots and swirls satisfied my need to chill out and just let the thread tell me where to go.
I tested some colors and curves.
I used the leftovers from the curve tests to create this composition that I am calling Woof. Random acts of piecing netted a live dog with attitude.
Another Silent Witness piece in process, Disruptor. Hand stitching slowed down my thoughts and forced me to focus.