So, over the past few weeks, I have been working on a peice of fiber art. This is meant to go on the wall, and it is the first time, in a long time, that I have created something that is not wearable. It is a feeling that is almost bittersweet. I guess in one sense,I feel that my work has had a tremendous sense of intimacy and a great precious quality, because of the fact that it can be worn on the body. When I finished my senior thesis last April, I felt like I was looking at a little, wearable family that I had stewed over and finally, created over a period of a school year.
As I have now come to the completion of a piece that is meant to be admired and touched, but not really worn, I can see that those same precious qualities still exist ,somewhere. I have also noticed that I seem to subconsciously lean towards a rather non-descript and almost unnatractive color-palette. For some reason, although I love color, I choose fabrics that are either flesh-toned or very muted and almost color-less. Why you ask...? I don't know. Perhaps I want the viewer to appreciate the forms that I make with the fabric, or maybe I am able to see that subtle beauty that comes from these ordinary fabrics, and the extraordinary possibilities that they have.
On to the work...I have made this wall-hanging, which I have named "Pocket-full". Some of the fabric had been soaked for about a week in a mixture of coffee and tea. I used this almost burlap-like fabric, as well as tan and dark purple colored thread. Hopefully, within the next couple of months I can continue to work from this idea and create several different peices which I would like to exhibit at some point.....
