seeking out wool

memorial stone in garden of Brent Moor House

happy dog

black hebridean wool

the sheep themselves, from afar

memory cloth panel one

Snatched moments on the memory cloth partly in a response to Jude Hill's What If Diaries, and partly in response to the need to record memories held in cloth and to pass on.  Partly to record a feeling of life running through me like a river

Detail of Alice Gertrude's dress 

Detail of river flowing

the river flowing

first panel is felted fragments on silk chiffon with blue face leicester wool

have just finished felting the third panel, and waiting for it to dry.  Then will be the bringing together of three panels into a 'protector' cloth, or comforter or  perhaps a witche's cloak that can magic you away to another world.

Sidetracked

I got side-tracked by this Nine Patch Sampler, inspired by the India Flint workshop I went on last summer.

Nine Patch

I have stitched, and stitched.

Cross Currents

...and stitched,  and stitched...

Raindrops

Inspired by the inordinate amount of rain that has fallen in the last Nine months, the floods, the reworked rivers, the stormy seas, the beaches stripped bare of sand - the forces of nature.

Waves

The more I stitch, the more I stitch... It keeps my hands diverted from bad habits, keeps my hands busy, keeps me company, allows me to daydream.

Ripples

Learnt about the work of Dorothy Caldwell, a Canadian artist and stitcher.  And discovered the work of  Jude Hill and Roz.

A revelation.  Stitching, kind of quilting without seams, creating new shapes and textures free style as the thread takes you.

Meander

India gave us each a present - silk thread dyed with Goldenrod, reminding me of the colours of the riverbank.

River Bank

 And so another picture and words surfaced, reminding me of my friend's work -'River is the Plural of Rain' - an inspiration in realising creativity on her own terms.

Leaf

 And a mountain appeared, or perhaps a nipple.

Mountain

I wonder, do you get sidetracked, and by what?