I promised Victoria I would post the finished version of this.
Of course, a person could well die of old age, waiting for me to keep a promise.
But if they can manage not to, sooner or later I'll deliver.
I am Decidedly Unhappy with the quality of these pictures. Silk is a bitch to photograph, and needs more light than I have in my whole house. But the Gift of Questionable Merit has been handed over now to the Happy Couple, so that's that.
Trust me, this is all much more interesting in Real Life.
It all started by taking a piece of my mother's floral chintz and playing with some machine embroidery over the print.
Many hours later (or days, maybe, who can say), I was looking out a window into a beautiful garden.
Or so I like to think.
Somehow a fistful of kids snuck in and planted themselves as well. Not sure how that happened. Sometimes a work gets a mind of it's own, and you just have to run with it.
Truth be told, the outcome of these free-form embroideries have bugger all to do with me. I might start with a sense of control and purpose, but am invariably swept into a frenzied, psychotic vortex of cutting and sewing. I don't eat, don't sleep, can't talk, and CANNOT STOP until it's done. Afterwards, I'm often surprised, sometimes shocked, and occaisonally horrified by the results. And it's rare for me to even remember the process, much less document it, so don't hold your breath waiting for a tutorial from me, not in the whole world, ever. Quite impossible, and it would probably only scare you anyway.
I swear to God, if it weren't for craft (and yoga), they'd have put me away years ago.
