Sunday, August 13, 2017

Here I Am

I should be trying to get the broken needle out of the bobbin carriage but instead I'm pondering how the needle was broken.

Last Monday I had surgery to save my eyesight.  To save where my vision is now.  Looking at everything through a light gray curtain.  The surgery's intent was not to reverse the damage but to prevent it from getting worse.  Have I placed this worry at the feet of Jesus?  Yesterday I did.  But am I picking it back up by writing about it here?  I don't know.  I know that I have know way of saying if my sewing is good or if its good because I can't see yet keep trying and does it matter, should it matter.  Really, what I want to acknowledge is the fear I feel even when I'm trying to find my way yet once again.

When the needle broke I had to question if it was due to my lack of vision.  Then I even debated writing this blog entry but my words in my head felt like an essay starting to form and I thought it best not to neglect any form of expression coming through me.

But it feels like I've come full circle here...starting this blog in '04 as a way to go beyond pulmonary hypertension diagnosis.  I have indeed inherited my father's people's health or ill-health.  Something that most of my genealogical interviews never touched upon.  Yet here I am.

I sewed on my machine for the first time since my vision began fading.  I did some free motion quilting using a green metallic thread against a medium toned gray fabric.  I've spent this week slopping paint around in journal using bright bold colours.  I can see that if my creative work continues, my palette will change to high contrast.  And because I can't see dept in colours, the palette might become wild and loose.

This small quilt is a very old slow cloth that I've showed here before.  I'll share it when its complete.
Peace and Love.

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Something More

There is life in this blog.  

I'm trying not to overthink matters, but instead, just relax into the rhythms of change.  (and this in no way, shape or form refers to the politics of my country, I can hear the voice of Sofia (played by Oprah Winfrey) from the film The Color Purple, saying "all my life I had to fight")

Naw, I'm talking about the rhythms that occur in my "making" space and in my creative spirit.  I started with a quilt at the beginning of the year and I'm ending the year with another quilt.  One where I'm asking myself "is it enough just to take these bits of color and sit and sew and pray them together?".

A month ago I called another artist which I hadn't spoken to in a few years but a sister spirit all the same I and I was describing the space I'm in and where I am pondering the question.  She started replying and as I so often can forget when two artists begin talking, energy rises....spirit wants to run, leap into explode into the next quilt, quilt as performance art even...

 There was joy in the quickened impulse and the vision...but will my body let me do it?  I mean will it physically sustain enough energy/air to move into a full blown project?  I intentionally started working slow, even when I'm fast, I'm slow.  Although, I've had a few close calls, I've only had one hospital stay this year.  Crocheting fills that space.  I do not think non quilt makers know how physical making a quilt can be.

These hexie are addicting, but not only that, sewing them together by hand places me in that quiet space I live for while simultaneously producing that something more.

Until next time, Peace.

Friday, December 2, 2016

House of Stitches, Episode 4

I know I haven't written much here but trust that I am doing my best to keep it moving ;) Wishing you joy and peace!

Monday, October 31, 2016

What about those Praying Crows...

I'm working up to working on a quilt.  Designs have been rolling around in my head for months.  A few weeks ago I began touching cloth.  I know I want to use this slip which has been in my stash for years.  It was among my oldest Aunts items years after she passed and right before her daughter made the decision to "let it go".  In my eyes it was the last tie we had to rural life.  But none in our family were interested in farming or even renting the land out to other farmers.

Here is the slip with the praying crows I thought I would be using.

I ex-nayed the crows for now but am making hexies as part of the design. And drawing and some writing on the quilt will be involved.  The working title is "Something Beautiful".  It is my emotional response to so much heaviness and injustice.  It will be a take on the phrase #BlackGirlMagic.  

Above is the beginning sketch for the quilt which was preceded by writing about my vision. The writing helps me navigate the competing ideas in my head and arrive at at centered intent.  It also helps me make and understand my decisions to alter things in the process.  The only time I don't journal is when I'm doing a quilt filled with mark making and exploring colour and abstract.  Those quilts have been driven by processes of moving while handling the cloth and paints and tools for marks.  Picture.narrative quilts are driven by the finished quilt and are not my favorite quilts to get out of my head.  I was kinda hoping that this one would turn but that slip (and the crows) have been whispering at me for years.

And this is a quilt with a deadline for an exhibit...maybe I need those praying crows afterall.  Hangeth in. Peace.

Episode 3 is Up.

This is episode #3.  I share a finished hat I made for an Aunt and talk about what is due to be made, including an quilt that has a deadline.  Below is the rough sketch for it and the hexies for the flowers.

The slip will be used in the quilt and it has since been dyed a burnt orange.  The crows, I'm undecided about including in this quilt.  The working title is Simply Beautiful.