Fiber art, I’m back. Tuesday, Mar 8 2011 

I return to a place I was more than six months ago. At that point, I lay the start of the piece (the green with red patches) aside, unsure what to do with it. I walked away from it and walked away from this blog, but I am back. I have added an Asian-inspired border and attached the entire piece to a canvas. I am so pleased with the final product. The taupes of the Asian print play off the gold paint on the green fabric. It all blends together into a wonderfully coherent whole.


Shibori Lessons Saturday, Jun 13 2009 

This year, QSDS is offering a two-day and a five-day shibori program. I am enjoying the two-day program this weekend. The instructor, Susan Cavanaugh, is teaching mokume, ori-nui and maki-nui in the two-day program. The five-day program (beginning on Monday) will teach these techniques and add karamatsu and kumo.

This is my first quilt symposium, and it has provided me with opportunities to see wonderful art and meet some amazingly creative people.

When? Sunday, Mar 1 2009 

This week’s Mixed Media  Monday Challenge is “Time.” Heather provided us with this enjoyable challenge.  Time provides many thematic avenues and images. As is often the case, much of the week was devoted to coming up with a concept that to me was “just right.”

I’ve been thinking about my father lately and something he said to me. Dad loved the outdoors. He loved to travel. He loved to hunt, to fish, to farm. He always had big plans about spending his time out on property he owned, far away from the madding crowd.

But life got in the way. He would travel when the kids grew up. He would be out on the land or on the water daily when he retired. He’d own that property when he had saved enough money. But mom died before they could travel. His rheumatoid arthritis forced him into early retirement, without the physical ability to do all the things he wanted.

He still hoped, though. His when’s changed from when he had the money or retired to when he went into remission, or when the next surgery let him walk again, or use his fingers.

Near the end, he still hadn’t give up the hope of when, but he didn’t want his children to live in its thrall.  And he told me never to wait for “when” to enjoy life. I only had the promise of now.

I made this wall hanging to honor my father’s hope that there would come a time for him to be happy and to remind myself not to wait for such a moment.

I won’t wait for when.

Make when now.

Make when now.

Gypsy a la Penny Sisto Tuesday, Jan 20 2009 

On January 11, I had the opportunity to attend a workshop led by Penny Sisto. Penny’s quilted portraits are fantastic, and she took time with a group of probably 16 people to show the basics of how she creates an image.

I learned two things:

  1. Penny’s skills and imagination are far beyond anything I think I will ever achieve.
  2. Sometimes it’s best not to think too much, and let intuition guide the design.

Penny doesn’t hold that many workshops, and I am extremely grateful to her and to Angela Ramsey Robinson (Uzoma) for providing me with this opportunity.

This is the portrait I created based on Penny’s advice and instruction.