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.
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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