I did a workshop with a Robyn Vanholland on basket making yesterday. Much more complicated than I thought it would be,especially starting and then adding in new strips of fibre. The fibre used in this one is banana,from the trunk of the tree. Then some red stripy twine is added. The technique is to twine ,not weave which is hard to keep at until you get into a rhythm. At the end with this my second basket of the day I lost the plot a bit at the end so imperfection which I embrace and feel they only add to the wabi-sabi-ness of the 'nest' like little basket.
Tuesday, 21 March 2017
Just stitching ,sampling, going along without thought, hands slow holding together. I drew the lyrebird years ago and worked the page onto scrim and tissue paper but now coming together. The words to be echoed on the page 'crossing, jumping, springing with impatient activity ..glowing warmth early in the day. ' The story. A chill winter morning in the mountainous bush , foggy and wet leaves dripping. Sun coming through the dappled leaves ...settles on a lone lyrebird digging and scratching, focused on his morning meal. A call to welcome the sun, light of step , watching eyes , still except for the bird springing from one site of intense concentration to another.
Friday, 10 March 2017
I have just put this image on my Instagram page but felt the need to say more about her. Was made as a fresco for ATASDA exhibition, shown in NSW. This week I have eaten at a local iconic Indian restaurant called Scherazade. Then the book I have just started reading True Pleasures : A Memoir of Women in Paris by Lucinda Holdforth, talks of a taxi driver from Tunisia who shares a photo of his new baby girl named Scherazade, teller of stories. This triggered the memory of this little fresco I made several years ago . So here is the third piece in a trio of coincidences.
Sunday, 5 March 2017
This is my work on the Year of Stitches 2017 after February's stitching. She wore stars on the tips of her fingers ... and the clock wanted wings which spread and turned it into a wee sun. Some more daisies will always fill in the holes where nothing else grows...hardy, beautiful, humble and functional ....as in to look on their beauty is to lift the soul, so a very important job for the daisy.
Saturday, 4 March 2017
I am doing a 10 month online class with Jane Dunnewold called Creative Strength Training. It started 1st March. One of the first tasks was to prepare a journal to keep the writing tasks, explorations, research, handouts etc. I am trying to only use what I already have. So far so good. This is an old ring binder and the fabric was a rust dyed experiment that I took to a printing class years ago ,so it has some rubbing printing done with Shiva stick. And now I have put in a bit of green stitching using the colour I am focusing on in my Margaret Olley inspired pieces.
Monday, 27 February 2017
Some pictures from my long in process Little Red piece. Looking at placement ,heart in the home of Grandma and Little Red the only two pieces of colour ,of life, .thinking about the wolf maybe there is no wolf , maybe Grandma is really the wolf in Grandma clothes. There will be a glimmer of something though to add the third touch of colour. Maybe pink or very faded black just hiding in the corner , showing a weakness , in the strength of Little Red and Grandma's heart. Lurking, threatening but held in bay by the strength of these women.
Saturday, 25 February 2017
Here is my little flower face just becoming , turning into what she needs to be. On a vintage handkerchief in a pink that could be Margaret's flesh pink,....maybe. I really like the little dancing feet at the bottom of the stem. There's no settling in one place for this dancer. She's moving ,to the beat, or the wind ,or life as it takes her.