Crafternoon, July.

Every afternoon this last week has been a crafternoon, and it has been fabulous.
After finishing a major work, I was having trouble starting anything else. That was fear of commitment, and a fear of the ol’ blank canvas. How about some low-key, minimal risk pieces to increase my confidence, and re-focus?
Back to some kind of drawing board…

Here are a pile of my favourite books, depending on the subject…today’s search was ‘cross stitch’, so we have Beeton’s Book of Needlework (1870), Goldenhands no. 3 (1972), Best of Handmade by both Woman’s Day and Woman’s Weekly (1974 & 1991), and a book on calligraphy. I want to do some things with words.

Can you read this? So far, it says ‘Pubic hair’ 

So far in cross-stitching, I have discovered about myself one new thing; stitching the words adds weight to the statement. As a reader, and a wishful member of the intelligentsia, I can use words liberally to express meaning, and verbosity can be an issue. If you are going to spend 5 minutes picking out each letter in tiny stitches, what is said needs to mean something, at least to yourself.

For my first stitchery, I chose the phrase ‘Pubic hair is normal’… There were other contenders, but when looking through one of the Best of Handmades I found a ‘delightful monthly floral calendar’ to stitch, and one of the flowers was the Thysanotus, commonly known as the ‘Fringed Lilly’. Double entendre, anyone?

Left to right: the plan, the work, and the book I sourced the plan from.

The studio space, i.e. the floor directly in front of the couch.
Nearly there….
Done! Now I just have to finish it off…

Altogether, this took a couple of hours an afternoon, for four afternoons in a row. I think this was a good way to end this visual version of writers’ block. I have a bunch of new ideas, and a new way of making.

About kellymarietheartist

Visual artist originally from Australia, travelling the world creating crocheted wearable art and functional textile pieces. Sustainable art and slow fashion made from recycled fabrics, wools and metal. Colourful. Psychedelic. Unique.
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