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red plush, red foil

Red plush.  Is it a wound or a celebratory shout?  A place to investigate, or a place to avoid?  Soft, floral, with hard edges.

Red foil.  You are a secret.  A scrap of refuse.  A message of the ages.  A line of fire.  Emerging or disappearing?

Tripod inspired many sequences like the above, which I would love to animate.  Does anyone have a graphics package that does this easily, that they would recommend?

My photoshop elements 3.0 is happily sufficient for most things (I don’t want the updated version because I will have to re-learn things that are currently blissfully automatic!!!), but its quickest fade is one second.  Way too long.

Off to take one class, then back to teach Winter Session of Fiber Arts.  This ’round will be meeting here at the house instead of at the New Art Center.  I will not miss lugging stuff back and forth and back, again.  Today?  One stitcher has a new machine.  Another a landscape to continue.  We may break out the new pigma pens!

Scraps as syllables

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Most quilters I know have a hard time letting even the smallest pieces of fabric go.  I have seen entire quilts made of selvedges!  I don’t keep the “dog-ear” scraps produced by clipping 1/4″ seams, but I do save miniscule pieces of felt (two large drawers full), pockets of old pants, and every shred of favored commercial prints.

While saving scraps is in keeping with the resourcefulness of early blanket-makers, it can get out of hand.  Cleaning up this weekend, I put the scraps that were on the floor to use (above & below) … which was fun and productive.   It  got me thinking about Script Quilts again (and working on one of them, last picture, below) because to me the scattering of different-sized scraps, some of which repeat, is a lot like speech.

The problem is this – now that I am reminded of what graphic punch a teeny, weeny shred of fabric can have in the right project, I am Loathe to throw them out!

Since I am taking inventory of my studio and labeling everything, I figure as long as I label WHERE these itsy bitsy pieces are going, and limit the amount to the small-ish bin designated, I’ll be okay.

To be continued…

One Little Fishy

 

I am back to work on a commission from the spring. How great it feels to wrestle with all the challenges that attend improv quilting rather than the challenges associated with not working at all!!

The sewing challenges presented by improv quilting include — lumps where different weight fabrics meet, lumps where a necessary re-fragmentation of a pieced section renders a formerly bigger patchwork piece into a very tiny postage stamp-sized piece which is butted up against a new seam; the imbalance of motif or color that occurs when rearranging large pieced sections;  the sorry loss of a quarter inch of a beloved fabric chunk… like this little fishy’s nose.

I consider the satisfaction of designing-as-I go well worth the lumps and bumps.

Thank you readers, who offered so much encouragement and insight to me recently after a particularly gloomy post. It surprises me when taking the risk of sounding like a whiny baby proves so worthwhile. Thank you.

I particularly took to heart two things — one, that trust is important here, and two, that stepping into the river of creativity is more important than the style of one’s waders — in other words, when time is tight perhaps a medium that lends itself to quicker results might be the ticket. Or, in the alternative, now that I have a paycheck, perhaps I don’t mind making fewer quilts a year.

Thank you again.

pink-is-as-pink-does

When I photographed the upper right block shown here, I had on pink-polka-dotted pjs and a number of people commented on how much they seemed to be a part of the work… so a few days later, I cut the bottoms off and used some strips here and there. You can see them in two of the squares here.

So far, taking Jude Hill’s online class (spirit cloth), I have been so enamored with making little woven studies, that I haven’t graduated to some of the other techniques… but I shall, I shall.

Today? The air is brisk and wakes one up. Walking Jack, I heard birds at a neighbor’s, rustling around… tossing yellow leaves up with their beaks… behavior I’ve never seen before. Had my neighbor recently seeded his lawn? Was there a collection of worms or bugs there for some reason? They definitely were looking for something!

teeny-scenery

This fragment surfaced during the flood clean up. I had set it aside to reincorporate into a larger piece, but when I saw it again, it looked complete. Added the background grid, some of the up and down stitching over the black and zig-zagged the edges. The wonderful house in black outline and tree came from a pair of Capris.