I started by taking two remnants from a very soft sheet and sewing them together. Then I took some brightly colored red and pink scraps and began arranging them in a circle-swoosh. I used a dab of glue stick to hold these in place.
The next layer added was fabric paint. Swirls and swishes added with big chunky brushes. Dots and circles.
Feels like it shows the harmony of my normal. I see my normal as my days filled with bright and cheery bits and pieces which are just so to compliment each other. I crave my normal these days. These last feel weeks have been filled with worry and have been darker, less harmonious.
I instagramed this a while ago. The framing of the image just begs for me to continue on. It begs for me to fill in the focal point in the middle.
What's to come and where's this going? I don't know. And I'm ok with that.
This is turning a bit in a mental dump or artist diary of the time. Perhaps to finally become an art quilt? Right now it feels a bit like security. Like my safety blanket. Like things will be ok as long I keep dumping out the stress into this container.
The lesson I am taking from this? Fiber, fabric, and paint are my therapy. They help me make sense of things and ground myself so that I can be strong.
I have a feeling you are going to see a lot more of this scrap as I grow and change it.
2 comments:
Indeed, it is very good therapy. Hope you get through this rough patch very soon!!
You have me worried about you. Hope things get better.
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