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. 

 

 

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. 

Grace

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.  

 

Find Grace here