I took a blog break… Interesting how the instant ease of Instagram can entice away from blogging… I realise much has been posted about these matters. The balance doesn’t feel right yet for me – composing words and image for this blog gives me space to go deeper but of course now I have so many images that I am wondering where to start!
So.. after the cool blue and snows of the last post I decided on the golden yellows of the summer dye pots.
Let’s see how I go…
Coreopsis – a mass of sunshine globes – so stunning I nearly couldn’t bring myself to cut any flower heads! A bowl for me and leave the rest and the buds for the pollinators. Such a generous plant..
Slow gentle heat and time – to watch to almost simmer, to deepen.
I have a growing precious stack of colours from this spring and summer.. and a drawing of my winter quilt stitch plan..
This practice has drawn out a more glimmering understanding of a sense of place …
blue woad cloth out in the snow
This link takes you (hopefully it will work!) to the Dorothy House website.
Last year I exhibited some work in an Exhibition at 44AD – Tulip – to raise money for the hospice. They were my rock of support as Hospice at Home when caring for my mother.
I posted about the work here
I was searching for links and found this page with the image of my tulip work as the header – it warmed my heart to see it and to be part of supporting this wonderful place.
I have needed some time.. To understand how ideas form brightly and keep glowing, and that the processes that underpin them may take some long and slow time before the first stitch begins.. And that this is ok, all part of the whole..
It began with the cauldron and the fire. The sound of the wood crackling and the smell of the smoke filling the air mixed with the scents of turmeric and tea. Thinking back to the prayer flags in woad and turmeric .. Then the dress and then thoughts of a quilt.. Many considerations, many questions ..
The calendula needed time and care to grow and flower. Collecting the flower heads and drying them, then storing them in paper bags strung indoors has been a process in itself to think about. I have recorded so many images of their beauty. They give so generously – will carry on till the first frosts. Here are the last flowerings – they are still offering up to the bees and other insects. Picking only what I need so as to share with the bees and other pollinators and learning more about folk medicine.
The cauldron isn’t deep or wide enough for this next plan, so some thrifty research yielded (after yet a fair amount more time!) an old wash boiler! My grandparents used one for Monday washdays. Now I need time to get it working.. to prepare the cloth, then I will dye petals and leaves and other gatherings..
The drawing fills the wall – more than a dream in my head. More research and rich discussions particularly with my friend Kay Swancutt.
Meanwhile I think that by the time the calendula has died back and all the seed is stored for next year, then the stitching can start..
A different kind of dance
Smoke drifted through the garden, the fire crackled gently and the scent of turmeric and tea infused the air
I wear this so often now, at home and in the garden. The colours glow with a living intensity and change with the heat of my body and any careful hand washing … I love how this is a living process where I could dip the cloth and repeat…
I will try to post a video – if it doesn’t work on here it will be on my Instagram!