Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Scratching Month End

Scratching the end of a month
Scratching the end of a scroll.

I started the week wanting to scratch
the trees of winter.
For the ash tree I imagined how it would hold a snowball.

But then Diane, Grace and I
went on an excellent adventure
up to Halifax and St. Mary's University
to see Dorothy Caldwell's show
'Silent Ice/Deep Patience'
and to
attend a "Conversation" between
Dorothy and Sandra Brownlee.

There is something about darning
even if my mother and grandmother
would have a fit at this being called darning!

What a treat it was to walk among Dorothy's huge pieces again.
The lands she explores are huge...
the Canadian Arctic and the Australian Outback.
Her respect for those lands
and for the people and cultures that inhabit them
is humbling.

In honour of Dorothy I continued to end the month
with discharged scraps

and bits and pieces of red

A colour that is beginning to creep into my psyche for some reason.

Using up scraps and bits and pieces.

Stitching loosey goosey
and changing to running along.

March has been a lion all month long
and for the three of us it certainly went out
with an inspirational bang!

Happy April Fool's Day

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Thread Control

Some folk might recall my studio clean-up earlier this year.
One of the things I really enjoyed was bringing my messy drawers of threads
under control.
Thanks to a friend who keeps everything I had a bag of cardboard tubes
from various paper products.
I think he thought I was a bit strange wanting to take them off his hands.

As you can see they are keeping my pearl cottons well under control.

My flosses have been an unruly, knotted mess for years
but now most of them are neatly wrapped
around old cereal box cardboard.

A piece of art in itself!

Have to admit I still have some baskets of knotty messes
and I am slowly working my way through them.
But I do enjoy looking at these little dots of colour
as they sit in my drawers.

Another drawer is full of balls and cones of neutrals.
I have a lot of them.
And now after my trip to Halifax, I have more to put in that drawer.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

White On Trees

Last night's snow really clung to everything.

Can you still tell a stream should run through those alders?

Whiteness clinging to every tiny twig.

Tall and elegant Spruce.

Branching Elm.
Got to love those trees.
They are offering protecting to many a critter
but this harsh, snowy winter is very hard on 
all the inhabitants of these woods
and the mountain beyond.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Scratching Or Perhaps Digging Our Way Deeper Into Winter Even Though Spring Is Here

For a couple of months now
I have been searching high and low for a lost book.
Going through boxes I found bits and pieces of old works.

So why not incorporate some knitting into the scratchings.

Half the fun is just plonking foreign objects into place
and working at making it 'belong'.  
In this case surrounding
it with stitches.

An old grey border rejected a few years ago
is now a fence with
wonderful spirals perched atop.

Have to make room for birthday celebrations.

This blue stretchy velvet appeared in many pieces
years and years ago.
If I like a fabric I use it over and over.
Just like nowadays I use the same stitches
over and over.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Playtime With Diane

Last week I did take some time away from stitching 
to play with my friend Diane.
We cut up one of her old blankets..

....and died soft mottled greys....

....and browns.
Lovely little pieces just calling out for some stitching.

Monday, March 16, 2015

When Deadlines Are Upon Us

Some of you might recall
A couple of pieces giving me carpel tunnel.
It is oh, so tough stitching through the tight weave
of my dyed Egyptian cotton.
Every time I do it
I tell myself "this is the last time".
So instead of stitching I procrastinate....
....and now of course a deadline is here.

So this last week
with pliers in hand
I stitched and stitched and stitched.

Tried to keep the stitching minimal
but simply had to add little dots of additional colour.
Those dots took me three days.
If a piece speaks to you, you just have to listen
even if your fingers are numbed from grabbing the needle
and your wrist aches from tugging needle and thread with pliers.
To me the dots really make this piece.
Love them must do that again through gentle pliable cloth.

And of course couldn't just do one piece.
No dots here but circles instead.

Now I have to christen them
and write some wise words about them and my process!

So you won't see my scratchings today
I have to play catchup with them.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Time Unfolding

Scratched time unfolding

The sun appeared for the first time in ages.

A pale winter sun

Not even strong enough to warm us up

Nor strong enough to start a spring melt.

It's rays were just strong enough to create thick layers of wicked ice.
Slippery ice.
Be careful out there.