As a self improvement junkie, I love the idea of picking a word each year and having a new focus.
Every new year feels like a fresh start. Inner health is the best place to make real changes. Being kinder, meditating more, making joy a priority, these to me are true and tangible. I picked a word based on these principles.
My word for this coming year is F L O W.
my heart to flow with love
my spirit to flow without fear
my breath to flow freely
my body to flow in strength
So pick a word!
Have a one word mantra that helps you focus on what you really want out of life.
I love creating portraits with fabric but I've always been a bit jealous of painters who finish a piece on canvas, put a wire hanger on the back and call it done!
With fiber art there is always a dilemma on how to finish a piece. Frame, no frame, glass, no glass, etc. For over a decade, I stretched each piece, then had it framed with spacers and uv glass. This process was time consuming, expensive, and puts a distance between the work itself and the viewer. I was at an art show and saw resin for the first time. I immediately started to do research. Unfortunately, I could find little to no information on using it with textiles. So, I hope to share as many details as possible here.
Whenever I talk about my art, I always get asked, "how long does it take?", "Is it a quilt?" "What do you call it?"
I call my work fiber art. I am hoping the universe will bestow a more clever, easy to interpret name, but for now, that's it. It's not a quilt, there is no batting, and you can't snuggle up with one of my pieces. As for how long each piece takes....a very, long time. But, its all joy and worth every minute!
Here's a sneak peak into my process:
Inspired visions turn into tiny sketches. After a few attempts, I sketch the image to the actual size of my finished product and then outline with a fat, black Sharpie. This becomes the sewing pattern.
Next, I take the face of the image and using a lightbox, trace my sketch...
It's been an interesting few weeks as far as peacocks are concerned.
For the past year, I have been heavily immersed as a student of all things spiritual. I am committed to daily meditation, I study Be Here Now...I chant, I breathe, I listen to Abraham Hicks while doing laundry. And my life has never felt more amazing.
Then the peacocks started.
I have a peacock that lives in my neighborhood that I heard about but did not see. I was in the middle of creating a new piece with a bird, and it just wasn't going right. Then I was walking the dog and finally spotted the peacock, which inspired me to go home and add a bit of "peacock-ness" to the piece.
But it didn't stop there.
I had visions, dreams and odd experiences of just seeing peacock symbols a...
I read this quote today and it resonated with me strongly. The Potter becomes Her Pot...the Artists becomes her Art. Really, there is no separation between who we are and what we create. Especially with fiber art. How could I work on a stitched face for months and not become part of the consciousness of the piece?
Each piece requites many hours of stitching, dying, picking out fabrics, sewing, painting and stitching some more! Those hours are always joyful, and always full of bliss.
My vision is to bring these emotions not only into the art itself, but into your home and heart (whether it's seeing the piece on a screen or on your wall). If the Potter becomes his Pot than surely my art can become a higher vibration of love and joy....which is...
Many years ago a beautiful friend asked me to make a piece for her. At the time, I was exploring the idea of our clothing ripping open to expose our inner thoughts. When these thoughts are embroidered, it forces me to work in detail and forces the viewer to look a little closer, like revealing a secret.
These friends love the beach so the setting was easy. Lucky for me she loves birds as much as I do. I envisioned my friend thinking about her 2 boys. For her hubbie...I wanted to play with all the elements he loves (tennis, beer, the Dodgers)
I had her gather a small stack of baby and toddler clothing that was stained, ripped and not a good candidate for a hand me down.