I've been absorbed with assembling a piece from vintage funeral wear.
Doing this helped me come back to and appreciate ordinary daily life.
The time before this pandemic crises seems like from another world.
What was important for me at the beginning of March seems trivial now.
My priorities and concerns have completely changed.
I've been having scattered disjointed thoughts, moodiness, despondency, weeping, and anxiousness.
Stitching into pieces already in progress (such as this one) helped immensely.
I reasoned that if I died, finished quilts would be easier to deal with.
I'm still not able to do my real (usual) work - but I will someday.
This project was cathartic.
There was no warning that I would make this artwork.
It came all of a sudden and was a release.
Doing this helped me come back to and appreciate ordinary daily life.
The time before this pandemic crises seems like from another world.
What was important for me at the beginning of March seems trivial now.
My priorities and concerns have completely changed.
I've been having scattered disjointed thoughts, moodiness, despondency, weeping, and anxiousness.
Stitching into pieces already in progress (such as this one) helped immensely.
I reasoned that if I died, finished quilts would be easier to deal with.
I'm still not able to do my real (usual) work - but I will someday.
This project was cathartic.
There was no warning that I would make this artwork.
It came all of a sudden and was a release.
17 comments:
a memento mori for the 21stC
no warning.
i LOVE that this happened.
it fills me with a very deep sense of Power of Life and Death.
With how it might be for me
in these days...how i might suddenly be Finished...almost
without warning
there is a majesty to it
Love this. so much. particularly coming from you
I am humbled by these words xo
your words and work represent our deep feelings and concerns as well, thank you for sharing this majestic image. it is most inspiring.
This is beautiful and powerful. It reminds me of an old photo in my family collection of my great-grandmother's casket laid out in the "parlor" in front of the piano with her bicycle alongside, and a cloth draped over the casket. So somber, yet powerful.
Also love the blanket onto which its stitched.
The sacred things that save us as we save them.
That blanket is vintage - hand-woven I believe xo
Thank you for the affirmation. I am trying not to delete this post xo
Thot ank you for all your beautiful responses Grace. The piece is now folded up and I am going for a walk. xoxo
Objects hold so much, time and humanity and emotions .... xo
Judy, I read your posts regularly and find so much beauty in each. Your inspire me with your words and your creations. Beauty gives us a respite from the tragedy of the worlds and you are creating--genuinely bringing into being--beauty. Thank you.
Your post is honest and true, Judy. I hope you don’t delete it. Do you know Wendell Berry’s poem The Peace of Wild Things?
it's always like this for me. suddenly.
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