Sometimes these little landscapes have a rhyme and a reason, or at least, a time of day, a time of year. This one? Not so much.
I am using some bits of a crazy quilt made in 1888 (the floral striped roof). Bits of a denim shirt I ‘boro’d’. Bits of my mother’s wool challis scarf. Some indigo-dipped silk.
With a piece like this, stitching becomes about integration. The layers. The colors.
Sometimes frustrating… sometimes soothing. A little like life.
Last night I looked at it and thought, “This is an incredible mess and yet, somehow, I continue to like it.”
(also a little like life?!)
love it. like a village where ‘life’ is happening. the bits of color say ‘activity’ to me.
Crooked, mismatched, overlapping activity! Hope thread is keeping you busy Deanna.
haha, I like that: a bit like life
I was checking out the IKEA catalogue that arrived a week ago and as always,whilst perusing the picture perfect interiors, that pretend to relate to actual living, I sighed to self: if only my life were that organized I could get on with the stuff that matters, knowing full well that the stuff that matters is exactly that does keep me busy all day, every day…
It is so much how we define it. I wish I could hold onto that thought when I’m wondering yet again what I did all week!
I do like it–seeing I love the scrappy look, I am amazed at how you utilize your scraps and come up with lovely art works…hugs Julierose
O yes Dee, I love these houses build out of little snippets too 😉
And I recognize the feeling of not being satisfied (yet) and still going
on stitching …
… and all of a sudden, in the process, the good feeling appears
(one of the fun parts is knowing where all the tid bits originated 😉 !)
It is very striking in black/white!
“a beautiful mess” is a phrase I keep hearing & really like. the unplanned pieces are often favorites, because they are about feelings and connections- from the heart not the mind, especially with the bits of story cloth like you’ve used here.
I know it will be wonderful. You always make it come out just right, Dee. Always!
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