Showing posts with label whispering white. Show all posts
Showing posts with label whispering white. Show all posts

Saturday, March 30, 2013

A Slow Cloth....

......of personal symbols is what I have been working on in Jude Hill's Whispering White workshop.
A discussion has been ongoing about the character and meaning of white and how personal that can be. As a girl growing up in Ohio with parents of a country upbringing and European roots, white cloth had significant meaning and place in my family - and really, still does.

I have quite a collection of natural bleached and bleached cloth -  from which I tore up some strips and created a woven base.  I have decided for my first cloth, I would explore the use of personal symbols.  Something I've been thinking about lately,  

So for now, I will play with this idea of personal symbols, sketching some things out, maybe cutting out some shapes, stitching them out, and then making the decision as to whether I will keep this woven base as one unit - or, in the alternative, cutting it up into six or nine pieces, and layering the individual sections on to frayed pieces of light linen or lawn cloth and work on them as individual units.  

Something to consider.

Enough about white.

Let's go get dirty!

Friday, March 22, 2013

What Happens....

when you steal the color away....

from a cloth...

from the sky...


from a flower...


from the sea...  ?


Are they still beautiful? 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Whispering White...


In contemplating the recent Spirit Cloth workshop I am participating in (What If Diaries) which is going to begin with  "whispering white,"   while gathering my white linens and cloths, I  reflect upon one of my favorite poems for inspiration:

"There is Nothing in the World more Beautiful...


... than the forest clothed to its  very hollows in snow. 
It is the still  ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, 
 every blade of grass, every spire of  reed, 
every intricacy of twig, 
is clad  with radiance.”  

                                                                                        William Sharp -  Scottish Poet
                                                                                                      1855-1905

Whispering white.  Whispering white. Whispering white.
Yes.  Whispering white.
How lovely.

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