Showing posts with label linen fabrics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label linen fabrics. Show all posts

Monday, August 11, 2025

Grow your own heart


How do you grow your own heart?


When we feel and support our own happiness, we are nourishing our ability to love.


You can't offer happiness to another until you have it youself.


Learn to love and heal yourself, then you have something to offer others.  

Thich Nhat Hanh


Images of one of the quilts I've been growing my heart with this summer.  In progress.

Friday, December 01, 2017

earth and air

I've named this piece Earth and Air, and I've been thinking about why I did.
Initially, it came out of the Luce Irigaray quote I was inspired by for my exhibition entitled The Cloud In Me.
"How do I make earth out of air and protect the cloud in me?"
The earth figure is intuitively pieced from men’s wool suiting fabrics.  These were dyed with a variety of plants gathered from the ditches and fields of Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada where I live.  The figure was hand quilted by hand to a linen tablecloth with coloured threads, a little red.
Surrounding the figure are wide expanses of torn linen damask table linens.  These strips have been pieced together so that the horizontal seams are exposed.  The raw edges seem fragile, but in truth they are strong.   This sky area has also been hand quilted to the tablecloth backing, with white silk thread.
The dualities contained in the work are:  horizontal / vertical, wool / linen, colour / white, male / female, and Manitoulin Island’s Indigenous / European settler societies.
This artwork is about the affirmation of nature and the support of the huge sky above and around all of us humans in the world.  We all, at some time in our lives, stand alone and look out over horizons.  We are all given access to our own inner immensity by such standing and looking, and we all feel connected to the place where we stand.   Being quiet and alone in nature, we begin to understand how the earth has been here a very long time and we begin to believe that it will continue.  

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

It's summer

It is summer

and I have been immersed in family
it's a good busy
The kids are doing the cooking and also the planning of what to cook.
The grand kids are doing the cannon ball diving, the fishing and the comic book reading.
I'm working on a large piece.

It has a wool central area, dyed with plants and stitched in several colours of thread
surrounded by linen damask, pieced with raw edges, strengthened with big stitches.
life and death are not opposites
death is enfolded in life's centre
'when I keep my heart open, when I let it be touched
I learn that it is botttomless, it is vast, limitless
 I discover how much warmth and gentleness is there,
 how much space'
(pema chodron idea)
the Alaska family was here for 11 days and time stopped for me while I watched them

Friday, May 19, 2017

onion skins and old nails

I've been saving onion skins for quite some time, and last week I used them to dye some cloth.

I am writing about my process.
These are experiments. I do not claim that I know what I am doing.
Sometimes my experiments work.
I am inspired by the idea that natural dyers throughout time have experimented.

My process:
Put a large grocery bag full of onion skins into a big canning pot.
Pour boiling water over them until they are covered.
Allow this to steep and cool down over night.
The next day, bring the onion skin solution to a simmer and keep it there for 90 minutes.
Allow this to steep and cool down over night.  Repeat if possible.
Remove the skins from the liquid.
Divide the liquid into two pots.
In second pot of dye, add a jar full of iron solution.

The iron solution is Jenny Dean's recipe.
Into a wide glass jar with a lid place scrap iron (old nails, a small trivet, scrap metal)
Cover with solution made from two parts water and one part clear vinegar
Leave for at least two weeks.  (I left mine for more than one year)

Protein Fibres work best with natural dyes  (from animals (wool and silk)

Add wool and silk cloth as well as silk rayon velvet (see top photo)
No pre-soak or pre-mordant needed for these, the cloth was added dry

Gently bring cloth and dye up to a simmer for 90 minutes
Allow to do the steep and cool over night thing, two times preferably
Our house smelled like onion soup for a week and a half.
Hang fabrics outside without rinsing.
Just wring them and allow them to dry naturally
Fold gently and allow to rest for a few days

The colours of the protein fibres (wool and silk) are really rich
A nearly red rusty colour on the wool and velvet from the onion skins (above photo)
A deep olive greenish grey from the pot with the iron (see below)
Cellulose fibres

To make linen and cotton ready to accept the natural dyes, I did a pre-soak over night in two litres of 2 percent milk from the grocery store.  It was an experiment.
Soak cotton and linen cloth overnight in milk
Wring out the milk and place the wet cloth into the dye baths
Bring to a simmer for 90 minutes.  Steep over night.
Hung on the line without rinsing but after wringing/  (above photo cotton and linen with iron-onion
The fabrics had markings on them when they were dried that I didn't expect.
The dye bath itself was quite milky.
There was still enough milky dye left in the pot so I did a third round with the protein fibres.
Although the colours were much paler,  they were still really beautiful.  (see below)
I am truly pleased with this experiment.
It took place while we carried on with our so called normal life.
I washed all the cloth in the washing on delicate cycle, cold water, tea tree detergent.
Two loads in order to separate the iron fabrics from the pure onion
Dry in the dryer for added softness for the velvet.
The stains and natural markings on the cotton and linen remain.
What I do with cloth and dye matches who I am right now.
Just me.
This is how I study and how I learn.
This is what I know already.
I come to my practice with with curiosity and passion.
I am not trying to change anything.
I just want to learn more about the same things.  

Sunday, January 04, 2015

sensuous

christmas table with old family silver and the june wedding cloth
Our five senses (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell) give us material memories that the body can hold
new year's eve with melted metal luck-fortunes and sugar-coffee-lemon ready for vodka shots
in our unconscious and we are able to access that knowledge of sensuous physical experiences forever.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

blue and white

 the marks are evidence of my time
 they describe something recognizable
April's getting married in one month.   I am making blue and white cloths to celebrate.
The trees have flushed this week.  Time is moving so quickly.
"It's our movement that tells us we're alive."  David Hockney

Thursday, February 20, 2014

new work


Duet          silk and felt on vintage worked linen  2014

Naata Cloth      cotton and silk on linen, 2013
These new stitched pieces are included in the Lucky Protection Exhibition that continues at Artists on Eglin in Sudbury until Feb 28.  Click here to see the complete exhibition. 

Friday, October 11, 2013

seeking rhythm

Him moving to the local long term care facility.  Constant wondering on my part. 
I am taken up completely.  Talking about my father, talking with my father, paying attention to things that he does not complain about but that I observe, talking to the nurses about his care - feeling helpless.
He's in a shared room while we wait for a private one and there is no place to sit really, and besides it seems as if there is always something happening.  I don't have a rhythm yet.  I don't feel the love in it - from him - I don't feel good about things when I visit him.  I'm always on the alert.
He lives in a new reality,  more about how his life used to be.  Three years ago.  30 years ago.  80 years ago.  I read that this is normal, but it's new and scary for me.  Not so much for him.
Two of our kids and their partners are coming home for Thanksgiving and we will have Grampa here for the afternoon, for dinner etc.  I hope that this will be a positive experience for everyone.

These images are of the marks I've been making on linen over the week.
I don't know what they are about, or where they are going, but they are. 

Sunday, October 06, 2013

stitching in car

 highway 69
 we came south to Toronto, then east to Kingston one last time
"Beauty is the mystery of life.  Enter into it. "

Agnes Martin said that.