February 6, 2015

I cannot say I am returning to blogging just as I cannot say, I ever left.   I merely became distracted or refocused on other issues closer to my heart, well maybe more important. As they say, family is forever. Yes, family issues pulled me away. A close friend told me over the holidays that I was in need of discipline, after I healed from his blunt observation and revelation I have been mulling it around. Initially I fought it and justified my behavior by telling myself that he has no clue what I deal with on a daily bases thus I dismissed his comment as inaccurate. In the past month, as I am re-engaging with other felt makers, which has stirred my true love of textiles, I sense the lost ground and momentum gathered while experimenting with wet felt making. Maybe I do obsess a wee bit over the troubles of family members and take their battles as my own, instead of allowing them to discover the path for themselves. UGH. Instead of attending to my own needs that is to say creating with textiles, I forfeited my needs in light of theirs. This is a hard habit to break as I have attempted to re-engage activities in my studio for eight weeks. I recognize that habits are hard to break. I wake up in the early morning saying to myself, “Ok today I am working in my studio. Nighttime arrives and I fail to make an appearance into the studio.

Anyway, I have begun a fresh journey even though I am unsure of the exact directions. My first step in returning to work is that I have been cataloging my previous work and without a journal, my memory is foggy concerning the details such as the dates. I can say with all confidence, I enjoyed pushing the limits of my understanding, crossing techniques and making a few of my own in the process. I enjoy the idea of vessels, something very impractical. Felt making has been historically a functional process of making coverings for the body or even protection for shelters or rugs to cover the walking surface. It is to me eye candy like a well-composed painting. I spent the afternoon investigating silk and the antiquity of it because a few of my pieces incorporated hand dyes silk into wool. The juxtaposition seems appropriate because wool seems practical and silk more exotic, the luxury fabric of the leisure class. Silk is fragile and just does not have the longevity of hardy wool. Many silk quilts do not survive because of the various minerals used in processing the silk or even the dyes tear down the properties of the fabric


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