From here...
Been working on this so long, the idea of self is becoming a multilayered blur...
I did a lot more work here, but who could tell really, this, a slower cloth that seems endless. I have been filling in the blue areas, patching in cloth with stitch, and I really love the process. And the effect. Today, just working on tacking down the sheer silk on the sides. I love the ghosting it provides but the fragility of the cloth has limited what it can be used for. I had thought pillow or bag, but now not sure how well it will wear. But then... oh, if it wears away, the holes might be interesting, the other layer coming though. Sometimes I forget the beauty in that. This piece will remain intact despite the silk disappearing. Probably I love that idea most of all. Just made my own day.
This one is dense, has a different kind of weight. Like an old tapestry. Still soft though. The soft weight of years.
Gosh, words.
A magical accumulation full of your love! A release of what your spirit gives. Nana someone is going to hold it and stories will continue to grow! It’s so Beautiful!
Thank you, the holding is a big part of it…
Someday when I grow up I hope to create something as magnificent and loving as this.
I think I will keep this one going “4ever”.
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May we all become old tapestries ❤️
Nice!
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Yes, “the soft weight of years…” the seed for a poem, or a name for your collected pages.
Thank you as always!
Those words just slipped together… ease.
(((Jude))) this one has “the Muchness” as the Mad Hatter said to Alice!
Ha!
Love this piece, and the phrase….just made my own day….
It’s a handy skill🙄
C’est magnifique !
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Your work on this piece is gorgeous! subtle and so wonderful with the varying layers. bravo.
Thank you, some things just take time😂
Your words are beautifuln
Thank you, struggling lately.
wabi-sabi Jude
Love that.
it’s a fine, fine cloth
I like it, would love to move into weaving something like it
The word comfort comes to my mind when I look at it.
I like that it can hold that.
how the ghosting captures passage of time, yet soft memories remain. new aqua green stitches springing forth from the old, a weaving together of past ‘n present. an ode of love…
Definitely has me feeling weave.
This piece is magical ! Been slow stitching for a couple years but searching for a more complex approach. In this piece I see it! Thanks
Skitch-skatchery I call it…
So much to take in, one softness at a time…
Usually I work to clarify, maybe this one is not about that.
Beautiful cloth mending 💙
Scraps of self…
I just love the sense of movement in all the swirls. Interesting thoughts about durability and design.
Thinness and even fragility become components…
“The soft weight of years” (makes me want to write a poem). This piece does have that old tapestry look … calming.
I live the concept of weight.