Not quite the box in Amahl and the Night Visitors, nor Pandora’s. More like a Treasure Box filled with stitched fragments from the past 5 years, which is how long I have been making them.… More
At the top of our neighborhood is an intersection of two roads. One is named Silver Dapple Lane. It is one of my most favorite places on earth. Down this road lies a beautiful farm with cows grazing on fields of clover. In another direction from this intersection is a field of wheat leading to another farm and a tranquil neighborhood. Yet another direction leads me home. On my daily walks I go through this intersection and I think how very much this is my life as an artist. I am forever walking down new paths of creativity as well as the older, well-trodden ones. I’m endlessly curious and fascinated by color, texture and line. Finding a way to blend my loves of drawing, painting, stitching and textiles is fascinating and enchanting.
Who knows where this new path will take me? I have no idea. Nor do I know how long the path goes on for, or how long I will choose to stay on it. For now, I’m stitching up fragments of textile art…pieces of collaged fabric held together by both machine and hand-stitching. The hand embroidered lines are taken directly from the drawings in my sketchbook. Florals, landscapes, still-life and more from over 10 years of sketchbooks filled with drawings of my daily life.
I appreciate your presence here. And your patience. If you follow my work on any of the many blogs or podcasts I offer out there, you are justified in a good chuckle as I embark on another tangent. It’s really all the same thing, just different mediums. I’m holding to that! And stitching my way through life.
…it changes everything.
Without it, I have a lovely, illustration-based, stitchwork with a hint of Dr. Seuss in a landscape where Tree-flowers grow. I have often drawn these types of places, magical worlds where color riots and trees grow in wonky shapes. A place of delight and fancy.
But the minute I add a figure, the story changes. Or perhaps I should say that it deepens. All of a sudden we are wondering why she is there? How did she get there? Has she come aside from her busy life to sit under the Tree-flowers and rest or ponder the beauty around her or the worries in her life? And what is that book in her lap? A novel? A writing journal? A sketchbook? The presence of a person adds so much more to wonder about and allows us to linger with the image and perhaps even consider our place in the scene…what would we do if given the opportunity to walk in a land such as this?
I’ll leave you today with these ponderings even as I myself walk into the days’ activities having spent time under the Tree-flowers.💚
For more photos and a little video of this piece, check Instagram @thesilverdapple.👍 🧵