Sorry I am late posting! Life is full! I just returned from having lunch and shopping with my oldest daughter who is away at college about 1 1/2 hrs away. As I returned home, I snapped a few shots (texting while driving is illegal but they have not outlawed snapping pics while driving... yet!).
Driving on the OPEN road and enjoying views of the OPEN sky! Wish I had thought of that sooner!!!!
Anyway, in the few years since we began this group, we all have found that one of our Tangled Textile challenges tends to speak to us more than some of the others and creative juices just flow. However, since last summer I have had a lot of difficulty producing finished work for our challenges, much less any art at all. It has been really frustrating!! In years past, making art had been a creative outlet.... an activity that I enjoyed. But it seems that recently when I do finally come up with ideas, I have had a particularly difficult time getting anything on the page or the fabric.
For our latest challenge, I actually began a project (#1), got some technique ideas from a
book, enlarged the "pattern", cut out all the fabric parts and began arranging them. But as I looked at the work-in-progress on my studio floor (where else?)
..and it sat there for a few weeks (!), I could not complete it... so it was tossed.
Discouraged and running short on time....I perused my photos. Project possibility #2 never really got off the ground but involved one of my favorite photos from this summer.
And then amid the chaos of my mind and my heart, an idea was born. However, this idea which involved a weekend (last weekend to be exact!) of hand dyeing, hand applique, machine sketching, embellishing .... meant that I would be exposing a part of my life that I have kept private FOREVER....
Merriam Webster defines exposed as, "1. open to view, 2. not shielded or protected."
But I kept working on project #3 because my heart said, "sew what you know."
What I know is depression.... since I was about 12 years old. Over the many years, I have been prescribed a variety of medications, I have graced the couches of psychologists, social workers, psychiatrists, a mental health worker at a student health center, and various counselors in many cities. I have read books about self-acceptance, hope, healing, agreements and I still have many more books to read. And yet, for some reason, melancholy hangs on.
And sew I am......
Well, it is not quite done!
So I will post again when it is complete!