I'm thrilled. I'm depressed. I'm adrift. I'm free.
A little less than six months after starting Epic Lips, I finished the piece in the middle of the night last night.
It's unnerving to take one piece of your face and break it down, pixel by pixel like that. Like I did with Spanish Eyes (2015).
I'm looking at myself this morning, seeking other pieces to photograph and translate into stitch. Yes, the world is filled with much more than my face and body. But turning my body into art is intoxicating. And intoxication is calling me.
I will play and drift for a while. Sketch. I need a new sketchbook. That will be my first task for today. I'm picky about these.
A few details about Epic Lips. It's based on a self-portrait of my mouth that I designed and my dear friend Rebecca Gibson shot and edited. It's roughly 8x10 inches. It used 32 shades of DMC six-strand cotton floss (four strands of each) and is on 14 point Aida cloth. I edited the design quite a bit as I started stitching.
I created the piece for Stitch Fetish 4 (curated by Ellen Schinderman) which will open in LA on February 6, 2016, at the Hive Gallery.
And now, I go on.