slowly…

it takes time …

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In my minds eye and dreams are the second and third in the series of woad pieces; thinking of the translucent blues, the broken open stitches, and the sudden intensity of orange. Watching the skies, the moon, listening to the wind and the birds. And in a practical sense I am working out some dye recipes and methods!

Meanwhile this piece continues  Рeach part with its pattern rhythm and flow and today, because of the first flowering of tiny daffodils, the colours sing. I picked five carefully, no more amongst the dozens, the bees are out when the sun shines through (though they prefer the crocus, aconites and snowdrops!)

new work..

Scale – after finishing the first small concentrated cornerstone piece I feel a need to explore expansive stitching again, using the same stitch – chain stitch, which for me, in my language of stitches, holds references to connections between us – the interconnectedness.

The size is slightly more within my reach this time for ease of working. Time for a deeper wider breath – looking out, up, around and through.

Some woad dyed silk organza from an exhausted dye pot Рmottled and randomly marked Рfine and delicate and with the quality of transparency allowing for shadow-work stitching.

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Keeping on..

Sunrise yesterday..


Stitching.. one chain at a time. I feel excited to see how this will work as a cornerstone – but there can be no rush, no rapid completion. It is, by its nature, a slow stitch and a slowly developing process emerging gradually, gently.

This work requires strong clear light and the days are short so I like needing to make time to stitch.


Sunset – breathtaking … taking time within a smaller circle of natural rhythm

across borders…

Whilst working on the borders of the meditation piece today I have found myself thinking about some familiar ideas – rhythm, repetition and the flow of deciding where to stitch – balance

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I usually stitch in the quiet, but today I was entranced as I listened to a Radio 3 concert – a Hungarian musician – cello – Miklos Perenyi playing Kodaly’s Sonata for Solo Cello Op 8.

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The scissors belonged to my maternal grandmother and were in the box of embroidery thread tucked into the last embroidered cloth she was working on when she died in 1965. I have posted about the cloth before – here

My mind has wandered around, making connections and exploring tangents and wondered about borders, outer edges, margins/marginal – in cloth with this work..but in our world, our societies, our cultures, peoples. It is giving me a frame (as borders do!) and a context which seems to relate to everything in my mind and heart as winter solstice approaches.