There is something quite powerful yet really domestic in this work.
I believe in the power of domestic.
Domestic is a poetic space we carry along inside us throughout our entire lives.
Gaston Bachelard said that.
I just start working and go at it all day, breaking for walk or errands or visiting my dad or meals.
All the day, I work.
Even my reading has slowed to one Grace Paley short story a day,
her observations and compassions about mothers and lovers.
healing vital energy
my work is absorbing, not exhausting
I hope to join together my thought process with my making process
Usually, I begin with a thought and then start placing fabrics
but things then get urgent and firm up so quickly...I can't stop them.
I have to.
I would like to slow down the many false starts I make.
I just don't have time to go off hand stitching in all directions.
intuitive, almost artless
red edge thin and delicate
I hold it up to the light ...
strength of colour
softness of cloth
this is careful work
like the tai chi movement of carrying a tiger - heavy yet dangerous
red and white together mean death in many cultlures, accidents
red thread edges mean protection in many cultures
red and white has such a childlike simplicity
Old fragile squares plus new red threads and time
The time it takes to put it together and the time it recalls from the past century.
it's a gift cloth
a sense of chance
The work unfolds and takes its course
like nature does