Showing posts with label lace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lace. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Woven Poetry Bridge

I'm really looking forward to some upcoming shows, including the culmination of my Weaving Hand Artist Residency on Thursday, December 19th. The evening will feature woven and embroidered handwork, artwork from my Brooklyn Arts Council-supported @EmbroideryPoems project, and readings by some of my favorite poets, Montana Ray, Octavio Gonzalez, and Tico Cortez. Stay tuned for more details!

In the meantime, below is the woven lace I created, which I will transform into a woven poetry bridge!



Saturday, December 8, 2012

Butter

"Butter." 2012. Embroidery on antique, stained fabric.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Gifted

On some of the last bits of one of my favorite pieces of antique fabric:

"You come across as so modest that I wonder if you're aware of all of your gifts."

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Quickest Path

"I'll take the quickest path to loving you."

I seem to be on a very slow path to finding someone to love. I used to feel more of a sense of urgency about this in my late 20s. 

Now, I'm all tied up in dreaming of how to make my living as an embroiderer/embroidery workshops teacher. Every day, I do feel closer to this, and as if I am on the right path.

One current business idea: "Hope for the love-torn" - 
Custom embroideries of your perfect boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/etc.

You supply a written description, I will create a preliminary sketch for us to review, which I will then translate into an embroidery.



Sunday, June 14, 2009

Antique fabric and what I'm dreaming of

I love when my artwork helps bring new friends into my life. Paula Overbay, a fellow artist I met at the recent Affordable Art Fair in New York City passed on to me a wonderful piece of antique, Irish fabric. The piece at left is how I am using this delicate lace.

This piece, when finished, will hold a collection of my aphorisms or "post-it notes;" my small-scale comments on fabric. I think of it as a text quilt.


So far, the piece says:
"I'm mourning the relationship we never had, and thinking
of the ways I would have loved you."

"I don't want to be the girl
you call for homework.
I want to be the girl you
go out with Friday night."

Somehow, as a single 34-yr-old woman, dating still reminds me of how I felt in high school.