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.
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.
A love letter to my fellow artists.
Dear beloved souls,
You are not alone, I see you.
Keep making, keep writing, keep struggling to express that push behind your heart, the spark in your mind, the good fight in your eyes.
Weather the storm.
Wake up in the morning, stay up late into the night. Savor the afternoon. Greet your muse like an old friend, learn to lay fallow when she takes a vacation (perhaps... you need one too?). Pour yourself some tea, drink some water, don't forget to eat. Get out of your studio and doodle. Rest.
So much 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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I posted this photo on instagram the other day, the caption was "Two done, a blue to go. Picking out the pieces". A dear client of mine mentioned how she wished she could watch me work. My answer surprised me in its clarity (bless those pre-caffeinated morning dream thoughts), I wanted to share it with you, and expand a little. "...it feels like walking through a room you know well, with your eyes closed. But still being able to find what you need."
For instagram, that's a solid answer, for me, I wanted to delve in more. I figure, if I've surprised myself, let's see what else is in there!
When a cocoon is dyed and is ready for its embellishments, I try not to let my brain rule the roost. I dim those lights, and brighten my intuition. My heart leads. I hold up tubes of beads, palm stones and squint at the cotton threads. Sometimes I find myself moving towards subtle color matches, and contrasting tones the next. Every bit is important, every piece chosen with care. The weight of the final pod is a mystery, until it is finished, but I can see a glimmer of how large of a project it will be by the amount of beads I think I'll go through. A lot of the times I'm wrong, and the cocoon is much more stitch-heavy than bead-heavy, it's always a experimental process. Each cocoon is as unique as you and I are, but like us, a common thread runs through them (pun SO intended).
Being graceful can be awkward. It can seem downright impossible.
We all lack grace, here and there, in movement and in heart.
I know I clench up so hard some days that the thought of moving through that brick wall of frustration seems impossible. It reflects in my physical world- I drop things, spilling tea or beads, banging shins on tables that haven't been moved for years. I've learned to stay away from the tooling bench on days like those. Eventually, I move on auto pilot into self-care, a bath, the gym or some yoga, stitching small things onto other small things, writing it all out, screaming in the car. Sometimes, I'm particularly in tune, and I do these things with purpose, examining the trail that lead me to that point, backtracking, finding my own north once more.
It comes back, the Grace we need to move through the world with an open heart, willing to listen and support those who need it.
Reconnect with yourself, and grace will find you.
Wool & silk yarn has been knitted, felted and dyed Lavender with hints of mossy green. It has been adorned with cotton thread, glass beads, fluorite and amethyst.
Lush, with greens growing every which way.
Bright, with sunlight filtering through the leaves of the trees that shelter our home.
Deep, roots digging down in search of water.
Growing tall with the summer, the plants grow with abandon.
Wool & Silk yarn, knitted, felted and dyed. Embellished with cotton thread, glass and stone beads, with a dangling piece of sea glass plucked from the shore of the Irish Sea years ago.
Just for fun, I've started weighing the cocoons. This one started out just 8 grams (0.3 ounces). Now finished, it weighs 35 grams (1.25 ounces)!