I'm still casting about creatively. After reconnecting with an earlier stitched words project, I turned my focus to my collection of color words stitched on piece of beautiful, often hand-dyed (not by me) fabrics.
I collected these words in the handwriting of friends and family from all over the world. And I'm thinking about placing them into blocks of colors, in broken frames of an old window. (The redwork words I wrote about in the previous post didn't work for me in the window context. They'll have another venue, TBD.)
For whatever reason, I like the words spelled out on the wrong color. The cognitive dissonance.
I like the failed expectation of "olive" stitched in blue thread on hot pink. Not a green in sight. Ceci n'est pas Olive.
Still moving slowly, though. Still getting back to myself after surgery. The pain much less, but the fatigue still makes the days a bit of a slog.
I also started a new, ongoing project. I'm in the very early stages, but I'm imagining a sort of colorful mesh or net of 2 inch by 2 inch pieces, in many different mediums (paint, stitching, image transfers, etc.) I can see myself piecing these tiny pieces together somehow.
Forming a collection of mark making and experimentation. The only connection between the pieces being their identical size.
I love mark making. This project is a lovely canvas for me play.