Flitting about in my creativity. Unsure of how to approach the two bigger stitched portrait projects I have in have in mind. So I decided to makes something small but meaningful to me.
|Wrapped back stitch along the matching feather spines.|
She is going to collect 1,000 of these stitched feathers and create a larger piece, or pieces, that will be auctioned off for charity. So far she has collected 445. It is fun to scroll through her Gathering Feathers gallery, featuring the feathers other stitchers have sent it to her. Such a simple image, a feather, but there are so many ways to create one.
|I love deep red, yellow-green and blues.|
I knew that I wanted to make a feather that represented me. To stitch myself into the fabric and release the piece into the world.
|Detail of the spines|
But as I was drawing, I realized that I wanted to make a feather representing a friend of mine who has been going through a difficult time in his life. To imagine good things for him as I stitch his feather into the fabric. And then to send both of our feathers out into the world, to land wherever the wind takes them, and to become a part of a finished collaboration we will most likely never see.
I don't mean any of this in a New-Age sense. The truth is, this language makes me uncomfortable. But sometimes you just have to make that leap beyond your own discomfort -- in friendships, in art, in your life. All of the most beautiful things that I've ever done or experienced have required me to make a jump while holding my breath.
And even if the language is a little awkward to me, the feeling of letting go feels true... letting go of the feathers, of the past and of your grief.