The Opening

Hi!!

Guess what? Something really super happened a few weeks ago! This cocoon is the reason for all of my excitement!   To be fair, I'm always excited about cocoons, but this one, this one is going to a Show!

In Public!  

To be seen by people I don't know and have never, will never meet! 

This is my first foray into galleries, and I am thrilled and honored to be part of Fiber at Liberty Town!   If you're in the Fredericksburg, VA area, do go check it out!  The show runs from October 2nd through November 1st.  Let me know if you make it! 

Why Liberty Town?  I used to live in the area, and have been keeping an eye out in general for a show that felt like a good fit for me and my cocoons. A good chunk of my family still lives in there, and it feels good sending one of my pieces home, even if I can't make it up there myself. 

 

 

With Purpose

Intention. 

It's a major buzzword these days, thinking, doing, walking, breathing, all with awareness. It can get exhausting, if you're not in the right space. It's easier, some days, to go through the motions more robot than human. 

It is also an important word, any day, any era, any world.  How do you walk through life? With your eyes open and staring up, down, or ahead?  Perhaps closed? A mishmash of all of these, depending on the moment, whirling around trying to grasp what's flying past?

Me too. 

Lately, I've been making more of an effort to be aware of my seat in the universe, especially in my studio.  If I'm going to create beauty, I want it to be soulful beauty, as often as possible.  I know it's an energy flow, and it will ebb and flow with the tides, but I am aware of it.  That, for me, is the struggle/goal/inspiration right now.  To be aware of my intention when I sit down at the bench, comfy chair, or loom.  To work with an open heart, crafting each piece with care and love so that it will fit you the best it can.  The more I do this, the more often it works out.  Practice works- who knew? (ha!)

Here's where this path has taken me, lately. 

a bag and cuff, mellowing out together, soon to be finished. 

cocoons, hanging from the ceiling, waiting for their embellishments. 

the latest weaving project, color movement through tiny yarn of silk and wool.

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. 

Cocooning

The folks who know me well know that it's not secret that I love small, repetitive projects. These cocoons (or pods, it depends on the minute) are just that, stitching tiny beads to small sculptures, stitching beads and making hundreds of french knots, they make me happy.  They provide me space to meditate, to study movement, light, and remind me to keep going. 

When I'm stuck on a larger project, I'll often turn to the latest cocoon to tame my fidgeting fingers and mind. These pods have saved more mired-in-the-muck projects than I can name. As I stitch, I find solutions, mull on new projects, or what's for dinner (or dessert!).

And when one finishes a sculpture... it needs a name, yes? Their names come from... the muse, I suppose.  They are the only 'Art' I have felt so compelled to name.  It helps to finish them in my mind. Sometimes I start with an idea or emotion from the start, other times the piece comes into its name once I'm finished stitching on it. 

I hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I do. Someday they'll hang from ceilings in galleries (and in homes, more importantly, they are made to be shared).  The ones in the photos above are my latest, the others are tucked into the Cocoons page at the top if you'd like to keep looking.