Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
We are not connected to today's wars by location - they occur on foreign soil. Until recently, journalists have not been allowed to photograph caskets as the dead are brought home, because our government felt this might be upsetting to those of us at home. However, there was never any ban on photographs of flag waving as our soldiers departed from their families.
The background flag of this quilt is made from upholstery linen and red fabric, with the field of stars represented by four hand made 9 patch blocks which were salvaged at an antique shop. The soldiers in the photograph were transferred onto fabric using an oil based paint and gum arabic method.
It is my hope and prayer, too. I try to remember it in times of trial and in times of stress.
Lord, make me an instrument of they peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury,... pardon.
Where there is doubt, ... faith.
Where there is despair, ... hope
Where there is darkness, ... light.
Where there is sadness, ... joy.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
When I saw the word "memory' for this challenge, it made me wonder how the brain works. Where does it store all of our memories? I did some research and discovered that the brain has over 1 trillion neurons to help store and transmit information and electrical impulses to other cells.
The background fabric is painted and heavily salted. The 'neuron' is painted and lightly stuffed. I then added pictures of some of my favorite memories.
Sunset is not only a time of day but a time of life. It is a time of reflection and a time to relish the memories of the past.
My sunset is inspired by my annual vacation with my friend at her house on the Rappahannock River. We look forward to sunset every day. It’s when we take a break to talk, watch the changing colors of the sky, tell stories and just relax and enjoy the memories of the day.
You can see details about the construction on my blog.
I've also been wanting to create a nostalgic quilt with actual photos and old things attached, and our challenge this time was the perfect opportunity.
Handprinted foundation fabric, stamped and printed silk organza, stamped poly sheer, old lace, cheesecloth, pearl buttons, freshwater pearls, text printed on fabric -- entirely stitched and quilted by hand.
Read more about the quilt and the backstory here.
(photo courtesy of Florida Fish and Wildlife)
I hand dyed my background fabric and cheesecloth. The turtle bodies are made from hand painted batting, the shells are a combination of both hard and soft structure Tyvek painted with Lumiere and then heated.
I love music. I have listened to music all of my life. Some music I listen to brings back memories of certain times in my life. Some of the music I hear brings me back to my childhood. A lot of this music was what my parents listened to and I remember some of the places we lived and some of the things we had in our life back then.
Some of the music I listen to takes me back to my teenage years and I think about friends, high school, driving cars, and dating.
And further, there is music that when I hear it reminds me of certain high points and the dreaded low points in my adult life. Music has always been a constant in my life and I always have something playing while I work in the studio. Most days I’m singing along at the top of my lungs. It’s a good thing that usually only the cats are there to hear me.
I drew the musical symbols to size on drawing paper and then created a freezer paper pattern. I applied Mistyfuse to the back side of my black fabric and then with my freezer paper adhered to the right side, cut out my patterns. The purple and teal blocks of color are fused to the light background, then the musical symbols are fused last. I free-motion stitched the quilt. I stitched a squiggly line along the edges of the dark fabrics to give it a loose, sketchy feel.
This disease took my mother 20 years ago, and is now destroying my husband's mother. This quilt is for both of them. It's certainly not a pretty one, a very emotional one for me to do, but I tried to imagine the confusion and horror of being trapped in a body while your life unravels bit by bit.
16x20 - rusted muslin, gauze, scrim, discharged cotton, silk, lace, beads, machine thread sketching, hand quilted and embroidered, and backed with a vintage stamped tablecloth.
Painted, foiled, distressed paper bag mounted to black ultrasuede. Machine quilted.
Memories when they are fresh in your mind are clear and you can recall all the details of the occasion or event that they are linked to. The images are clear and the feelings and emotions around them sparkle with a vibrant energy. But the further you move in time away from the moment that the memory was recorded the images and the energy get harder to bring into focus. The original memory becomes fragmented and the details become a faint glimmer that lack the vibrancy and intensity that they once had. Eventually the original memory fades so much that just the faintest flicker remains buried beneath a smoky haze of images from a time too long ago to remember.