Really, just to make a video.
And remind myself about a few things. But then...
Embroidered patchwork. I like the crossover between techniques, and how that adds to the history of forms.
I draw these all the time.
Sometimes just like humming a tune.
But then repetition can also lead to change.
A slow movement, hardly noticeable at first.
I heard myself say that, how I had fallen in love with the rows of wrap stitch. I mumbled to myself, loving can limit, and I let go. I split hairs here. That is I worked the split back stitch with a single strand of floss, row after row (first named here). Appropriately slow for easing into change. Splitting hairs, as I call it, is the closest thing to painting on cloth with thread. It forms a thin layer of stitch that hugs the cloth and can mimic tapestry. I also love here the blurred line around the dyed square... how it left a soft line beneath the stitch. Isn't it funny how imperfection might just be something we didn't expect instead of "wrong"?
I've dye a million of these little square components on a million scraps of self, over time, for a special large cloth. I have a million ways to try. Maybe more. Filling space takes time.
Some leftover squares at ThreadCrumbs...