Fabric is my paint. Yarn is my paint. It can be very hard to explain to people who think of art solely as paint on a canvas, but it’s really no more difficult than that. I feel the need and the urge to put colors and textures together just as a painter must swirl a brush over canvas. It soothes my soul, quiets my mind – even when there’s a million things going on in my life or around me. I make things to remember events, places, people. I really enjoy taking a concept or character from literature or legends and making an interpretation of it through texture and color, so it only seems fitting that I make things for different events or phases of my life as well. I would love to make all the special people in my life something – but not even all of them understand or would appreciate my particular kind of art. While I’m certainly far from unique, it’s just not everyone’s “thing.”
This one I worked on for half of today, until the borrowed sewing machine I was using overheated and I had to stop. Using “Woodland Batiks” from Robert Kaufman with a Kona solid for accent and border.
Looks like my work schedule will be crazy busy for the next couple of weeks, so we’ll see how far I get on this one this weekend. Hoping to finish piecing (painting!) the top tomorrow, but we’ll see.