Oh, sweet, sweet Lacuna. You are so happy where you are, aren't you? I can tell.
Into the Wild is a series of posts that are provided by you, my sweet patrons. I love seeing and sharing where my pieces end up. If you'd like to send me an image or two to share, pop it on over to crbabbie (at) gmail (dot) com.
As always, thank you.
She stands before you.
The spells that protect you, this is where they come from, in your soul.
The secrets that are not ready to come out, they will be safe.
Blues swirling into greens and teals, back again. The light reflects off the beads and the pearls gleam in the gentle movement.
Wool/silk yarn, glass beads, pearls, cotton thread.
It's no secret. Autumn is my favorite.
The bold colors against the crisp breezes.
Hot toddies, fireplaces blazing, drizzling rains.
Steel-cut oats with walnuts, pumpkin bread and turkey.
Endless cups of tea.
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!
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.
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!
The Guardian, a custom cocoon for a talented jewelry artist I met this summer. She reached out initially about a different cocoon, but ultimately chose for me to make one just for her. True Self, finding Her, sacred space, trees, and gentle energy were our themes.
Tendrils, greens and rich blues were requested. Though it turned out more purple than blue, I ended up loving the evening-twilight-between duskiness of the colors. The sway of tendrils weighted down with beads. Tucked in here and there are beads she sent me to use. The inside speaks of geodes, the tendrils of roots (rooting down into her inner self-journey).
Opening to the light.
Journey within, find the jeweled cave, your shining soul, heal, rest, love.
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.
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