I use this mighty tool to deconstruct pieces that don't speak to me anymore. I look for those quiet ones that seem unbalanced, pretentious or unsuccessful. They hide in piles beneath my work table — murmuring. Some are sharing false narratives. Some seem to be trying too hard. Others just plain bore me. So I get out the rotary cutter and start cutting.
I'll often end up with a pile that stretches to fill my entire work table. I try not to think about how many hours were spent creating the pieces in the first place. It's about the process not the product right?
The varying stitch, cloth and colors create an animated surface.
Then I start stitching again, connecting the diverse pieces to each other by adding another layer of meaning to the story.
And then I add some more. Until it seems to be enough.