So, with becoming more still on my mind, I have picked up an old patchwork, one of my first actually, stitched from the waste samples salvaged from the trash at my first job. I was a trainee hand weaver then, working in the sample department. The company also had a print division. I was always in the trash. Ha. (And I had everyone sewing little patches together during breaks...) Anyway, I have picked it from the pile here in the studio, because it is basically shades of brown. and it is worn in spots, and stained. In need of repair. And the kantha hearts here, well, what if I combined them somehow. I often note to myself how new form might emerge from the exchange of styles. A meeting place in a way. Crossover is what I call it most often. A form of sympathetic evolution. Maybe I will try here. To begin that process. To begin to express more clearly what has been in my head about all that.
And speaking of sharing, I was recently gifted this lovely sample of smocked linen. I just love it! But in a frenzy, I have accidentally deleted a block of emails, and have lost the contact information...even the envelope it came in....how embarrassing! I am a wild and crazy gal these days. Dizzy even. Feathers and cloth flying in from everywhere...So please, if you are the one who sent this please email me, so I can contact you directly to thank you.... I have not done much experiments in this kind of thing but I do love the dimension, the regular chaos of it. Nice to have an example in my hands to study a bit...
