I made my family stitched gifts, a pillow for my older brother, a night dress for my mother. When I gave my little sister a knitted skirt for Christmas one year, she cried so I bought her something else instead. I made my husband’s wedding suit and he wore it.
When I was young I also realized that I had a talent to draw and paint and so I entered poster contests in elementary school. I remember painting a bear for one of those. I was asked to design the cover for the regional music festival and drew a portrait of Beethoven. In high school I was allowed to use the art room at lunch hour and was provided with oil paint and canvas boards. The teachers bought my paintings. I wanted to go to art school after high school, but went to Teacher’s college instead. I was 19, and that was the last year that you could enter teacher's college without a university degree. Also, it was free. I met Ned during that year, taught school two years, and then married him.
I've used my paintings (our four children gave me such a beautiful and meaningful subject) to explain to others how I came to think of my quilting as art. Painting made me realize that I could communicate what it was like to be me.
" I am here. I was here. I made this. I am alive."
When I was mothering those children my art was about that experience. I loved being a mother. I loved watching my children in sunlight. I learned from them how to have fun. I painted that .
But my SELF, my true self, is with a needle and thread in my hand.
I make paintings (art) with my sewing. I have not stopped.
"I am here. I live here. I have relationships. I observe and dream and think."
"I am here. I live here. I have relationships. I observe and dream and think."
Images are of some preparations for the Perivale gallery season which begins May 22.
13 comments:
love the back story framing your art
questo post รจ proprio bello in poche parole una vita e una grande passione
belli i tuoi lavori mi emozionano sempre ciao silvana
What a beautiful story you tell.
What a lovely post!! And great insight into how 'you' became 'you'!
You discovered early and kept going, expanding and perfecting an just going.
What good fortune.....You just threaded the facts like a little sampler here, and it's charming.
That was beautiful!
Thank you so much for your story Judy, it so similar to my own.
From the bottom of my heart i can say.......your words....
But my SELF, my true self, is with a needle and thread in my hand.
Martine
I enjoyed this very much. We have a lot in common.
What a lovely story from your heart and soul. Thank for sharing and inspiring those of us who appreciate you.
wonderful story of you... and so very inspiring.. your cloth paintings.. which I adore...
this is so authentic and beautiful
Love it. You do seem to be at home with needle and thread!
I feel just the same as you about my art, my paintings and my needle pieces. And I am disappointed that others do not understand that I do not paint anymore because I have found my language, a technique that I love. Why does it happen specially with fiber art and not with others?
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