This is the first thing I embroidered after about thirty years of 'silence' - I think in '02. Took an online contemporary embroidery class with Sharon Boggon who is both a gifted needlewoman and first rate teacher. This is not what we were 'supposed' to do but I had a very good time obsessively reviewing many threads online before choosing a handful for the class. We were supposed to make little four inch squares. Every week my pieces got larger. This is postcard size.
years after the fact I colored in the too-blank linen with water soluble crayons. used stamp ink pads to color beyond the stitched border. I want to use it as a lining for the inner lid of wooden treasure box.
I'm still writing on the daily as my main work of the day but only 7-8 hours spread over the day and evening. 10 or 11 hours day in and day out is no longer sustainable. Summer's long gone and my crown's taking a bit of a nap. My main goal for this week relates to getting my studio in far better order. The large houseplants are back up here. Getting them settled gave me new eyes far more focused on reality: everything everywhere up here was a disorganized disASter. Was horrified to take it in until I recalled that up until I widened my frame none of the disaster had mattered as it layered and accumulated over itself - It didn't matter even a jot. My landscape has been strictly internal and enormous in scope. As long as I could walk around without hurting myself or any of the things I wasn't falling over - I figured I was good.
Now that I've stepped back before diving into everything of a storytelling nature that needs doing right before all the emotionally charged and technically difficult stuff I left 'for last'. It's like I'm approximately six months pregnant - permanently. So I'm intent to be done enough that I've also decided what to do or not do about it all - by the end of '21. We'll see how that goal pans out. For now it feels solid and do-able on my end. All the existential variables however ...