Some People Know I Used to Use Colour!

Shorelines

I loved texture then.....still do.

Seven or eight layers of cloth stitched together 

(by machine in those days)

Then I took the scissors to it

and gave myself carpel tunnel problems for years afterwards!

I loved her weight

her drape

and her texture.

I love that she now lives with Judy Martin on the shores of Georgian Bay.

Sixties Groove

Also made at least twenty four years ago

Way before blogging!

Made for a Connections Show on the theme of Hippies.

I can't imagine now how I assembled all those curvey sections together.

This piece still makes me smile.

Memories it evokes

like my simple act of rebellion

painting my bedroom furniture pink and orange.

My cousin had ginger hair and the family always

said she should never wear pink.

But now we know differently don't we.

I am finding it quite calming to look back at past works

In these days of isolation, days of suffering and loss for so many families

my mind is scattered

my heart breaks

I cry

my blood boils

my spirit fills with admiration and gratitude 

for the heroism

 of those working on the front lines of this pandemic

Thank you.

The colours I am drawn to for the past twenty years

since the turn of the century are quieter and softer.

The lines I seek out now are those irregular

meandering lines created by Mother Nature.

I hope you have a happy and healthy day.

Yellow Bookends

Outside yellow unfurls in the garden.

On the deck fuchsia scraps make a cosy upscale nest.

A purplish sea to cool things down on a summer's day.

Speckles in a sea of........chaos perhaps.

And back to the garden where yellow abounds.

Another Gathering of Holes

Watery holes with a different approach.

I commandeered some blanket stitch and ordered it to whirl around a circle.

Only when the stitching was done did I take scissors in hand 

and boldly cut the holes. 

The story of this cloth is slowly forming in my mind.

It is a watery piece with a sandbank strip of rusted cloth

appearing and disappearing beneath holes

and gaps in the watery fabric. 

Cut Through

Fooling around with cutwork

attracted a crowd of terrestrials

and a gazillion seed stitches.

Buttonhole stitch worked it's way around holes of machine embroidery.

One stood out from the crowd.

I think he fancies himself.

Hands and toes and heads meeting in the crowd.

Stitched years ago
Looking it at today with older eyes
I think I have an idea coming on!