I may have sewed my last mask, and delivered it Sunday afternoon. And to celebrate, I spent most of the weekend cleaning up my studio. Not that it will ever get "clean," but all the fabric from the masks has been folded up and put back in the drawers, and lots of other bits and pieces have been sorted and put away. I'm doing make-work while trying to discern what I want to do next -- sew or make sculpture. Both of them call to me, but neither voice is loud enough to drown out the other.
Meanwhile I've been doing some hand stitching onto silk scraps, some of them from the kimono project that we did in our local textile art group a couple of years ago. Here's one piece in progress:
I'm also auditioning some bits and pieces of old textiles for another hand-stitched piece. When I sent a photo of this composition to my dear friend Uta Lenk last week, she wasn't very impressed.
I wrote back: "I agree that the quilt and edging are a bit sweetie for my usual style, but you're allowed to change up your style now and then, don't you think? Maybe I need to make a smaller composition with the quilt block and edging and a little bit of something else, and save the kimono scrap and red doodad for a second piece. I guess I will let this simmer for a bit."
She responded: "I am all for developing new style -- but I think you would want to become more sophisticated and artistic and not revert to making flower pots that look like that quilt block with the basket."
Well, with that resounding vote of no confidence from someone whose artistic judgment I greatly respect, I have removed the bottom half of the composition and am letting the two pieces wait to tell me what they want to do. I hope one of them speaks up pretty soon because I need another hand-stitching project. We have piled up some TV shows that I want to watch upstairs with Ken, not down in the studio, so I need something to do while watching.
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