Cotton in Blue

This scarf is 100% cotton, and was a 100% dye challenge I set myself. 

 

My comfort zone is my beloved wool & silk blend, and wool in general. I've been dyeing these fibers for years, I know what my dyes will do, and can dance with "mistakes" and make them sing.

Cotton is not something I know about. It takes extra chemicals and doesn't respond as vibrantly as wool tends to.  I wanted to experiment with cotton as a potential for making bags, and wearables, of course. I ordered yarn, dye and soda ash. 

Challenge accepted. 

 

  I had no true expectation, so I was pleasantly surprised by the pale mint and blues that I pulled from the dye pot, I think it went quite well. 

This scarf is in the shop right now. 

It is narrow and long enough to wrap a bit, a perfect scarf for the Southern 'winter'. 

Into the Wild

This one is so sweet to see, I made it a few years ago. When I was deep in Mandalas, in my own practice, and leading Mandala making workshops.  It may be time to dive back in to the circles.

Blue Mandala Clutch with grey suede. 

Thank you, Tami, for the images! 

A Bit of Blue

Blue, color of the sky.

Blue, color of your eyes.

Blue, color of river and tides. 

Blue, color of the mind.

Blue, color of the moon.

 

Custom made for a birthday.

Wool/silk, cotton threads, glass beads

Sharing Art, Sending Love Part I

Every day, a blue feather day. 

This is the first cocoon birthed out of the sponsored Gratitude Project. The Giver requested a cocoon of blue, and thoughts of feathers and light for her Reciever. 

 

It was so much fun to create this with the support of the Giver, I've said it before, I'll say it again- I love collaborating with people to create beauty. It's so much fun for me to interpret an emotion/intention into color, wool and beads, especially with the challenge of translating through someone else's point of view. 

 

For this one, I used bright blue, periwinkle and copper beads, vibrant turquoise thread and a wee opal, shining it's rainbow. 


I have another to start working on now, and can't wait to get started on it! 

Exploring the cool side of the rainbow

Want to know what happens when you combine your favorite colors with you favorite yarn and start weaving?

Magic, that's what

Rainbow magic. Serious magic- the colors you dyed go perfectly together, as you weave in and out of the warped loom, blending to get that perfect purple-turquoise-green-chartreuse fade, savoring the softness of the wool/silk blend under your hand. 

The FRINGE.  Oh, my, can we talk about the fringe? Sweet soft heaven. I may add more...


50%wool, 50% silk, 12 inches wide, 60" woven length, plus 6" of fringe on either side. 

In Gratitude: Part 3

A welcome. 

Reaching out to connect. 

New neighbors, new town, new walls, new sounds. 

She left the islands, to find the heat of the desert.  A house-cooling of sorts

(it's too hot for housewarming). 

Firey orange, cooled with ocean dreams and turquoise hopes. 

 

My gift to another, to see, to share. 

Once in a Blue Moon

This is a collection that celebrates the events that do not happen every day, every week, every month.  Those unique times you stumble across, often not realizing it until they are already sweet memories.

I'm opening the shop at 8:34pm EST, tonight, in honor of this rare moonrise over my home. 

Every piece being offered up has been made by my two hands, while they may be echoed, they will never be cloned.  They are their own, and are ready to be shared with you.


Each piece has been drawn, hammer-tooled, dyed, stitched or woven by my hands.  These hands will never come again to this earth.  They are different hands today from yesterday, and will keep changing tomorrow. 

This work holds pieces of me within them, full of good wishes, calm, and a dash of sass (because, if you're making something, it should have at least a little sass, especially if it's a fox cuff!).

A Blue Moon is an extra full moon, either within the calendar month (as it is tonight) or the third full moon within a four moon season. The first full moon this July rose on the second, and so, we have a modern Blue Moon tonight. 

Reveal- a Cuff

This cuff took it's time coming into this world.  I let it happen, no sketching or composition planning, the knife ran smoothly along the hide. I tooled slowly, and it sat on my workbench for weeks before I started painting it.  When I got stuck, not seeing the end, it rested a few more, until finally, I saw how it wanted to be.  

Every so often a piece will be like this.  Slow, steady, no rushing to the finish line of sealant and snaps. I used to struggle mightily the entire time.  I'm getting better at recognizing these sweet souls, and their lessons. When I keep staring, leather drying under my knife and stamps, paint drying in the tray, deep breaths are taken and expelled.  I put the piece gently to the side, to wait. Patience is taught and I'm learning to respect it. 

It's about life, and cellular regeneration. It reflects the moon in all of us. Light streaming out of our souls.  It sings of cool waters and soothing nights. 

The Lacuna

Lacuna

 [luh-kyoo-nuh] noun
1.a gap or missing part, as in a manuscript, series, or logical argument; hiatus.
2.Anatomy. one of the numerous minute cavities in the substance of bone, supposed to contain nucleate cells.
3.Botany. an air space in the cellular tissue of plants.

I go searching, when I stitch these cocoons. Inside and out, with my eyes and my fingers, feeling where the next stitch or bead should lay. Finding balance in the spaces. Peering into the openings, finding the walls, the windows, the slivers of light that will catch on a bead, and catch your attention. 

This cocoon came together quicker than I expected.  It's openings much smaller than I'm used to working with.  I pressed walls opposite to openings up, so I could stitch through, creating small pieces of art within the sculpture.  It holds an enormous amount of space, this cocoon.  It's heavy with hidden beads and pearls, spilling out to mingle with french knots and stitches. 

The blues melt into purples and back again.  It speaks of the waters of the world, peace in holding space, always space, these sweet cocoons.  

Let it sway in the breeze of your path from the desk to the kitchen, from your bed to the door, the open windows filtering light and air. 

Weaving away!