Ruskin Mill is a beautiful place to be with lots going on
Setting up pics will follow – my work re-framed is ready and waiting. In Frome last year at the Silk Mills it looked like this and …
photo credit to Dominic Hewitt at Needlevision
In the making last time it was often helped on by a special friend
The work I am showing this time is a part of this – the paper, wax and wire pieces – they are fragile…. As the delicate rhythm continues, I wanted these caught and held, framed suspended between 2 panes of glass – hanging with the light shining through them – somewhat like stained glass… hope it works out!
Curious what skills need to be learned to frame work – the wonderful drill in this picture belonged to my father in law who was a skilled craftsman – I want the piece to be suspended in a frame between glass, hanging by a web of threads with the light shining through both panes…
Tweave was created by Amy Houghton and Ed Holroyd and commissioned by Craftspace. Tweave maps sound recordings of craft and making to create an evolving thread of sounds. Do have a browse and a listen…..
Last year Amy made some recordings of me and my work – this one for today’s post relates to ‘a delicate rhythm’…..
The pieces I am showing are from the fragments made by piecing fabrics and papers with reflections on the making and grieving process – some were stitched to the original hexagons of Liberty fabric, others were made from papers, wrapped wire, using stitch, dyes, wax. The above is in tea dyed tissue papers.
This fragment has the original hexagons stitched by my mother and I have written on lawn and pieced these in – echoing the tradition of paper piecing
The work I am going to start showing from today has special significance – I have decided to reveal it slowly over several posts during this month so as to share it as thoughtfully as I can. The work has been on Exhibition and part of it will be shown again this June – but more of that in the days to come…
It started with my mother – making a Liberty print quilt – a hexagonal Granny’s Flower Garden Quilt. We had lots of carefully pieced hexagons and my mother had begun years ago to make up the quilt for her bed. I remember seeking out fabrics for her, postcards arriving with scraps attached and requests. We found it carefully wrapped in a drawer and I suggested I stitch it for her as an Autumn project, sitting with her.