Day 3 = Words
We had time to look, to be awestruck,
to soak in the glory of words and letters
in whatever form or
or shape they took.
Letters from friends captured our hearts
with their creativity.
Taproot jumped out at me from this word laden elephant.
And then we gathered to listen to our wise teacher's words
as Sandra began to share
her own work with us.
Her journals are exquisite.
Her reports even more so.
One last look before getting to work.
I had struggled on Day 2. Odd as we'd been working with paper - something I fall more and more in love with every day. Each exercise left me unhappy and wondering just what was wrong with me. Why couldn't I settle and find that creative pathway?
Toward the end of the day, it finally hit me - I didn't like the paper of the pages in my notebook. Too smooth and perhaps a bit too large. There was another in my bag though - smaller, more intimate with handmade pages. It would mean creating a whole new cover.
Jan Baker's wondrous work
So...with permission to get off the barge, I gathered indigo (from Glynnis Dolce of Shirbori Girl) pins, batting, thread, needle and departed the barge.
Settling myself in front of Jan Baker's glorious work, I took time to really look at it. Letter after stylish letter, the words and letters themselves flow together - they touch and dance along in a line that catches one up in the rhythm and has you whirling along before you realize your feet have left the ground.
The letters hint at words, at sentences, at stories that need telling yet are perhaps a bit shy about yelling out their story.
With those thoughts in mind, I set about stitching a word across the full width of my cover in a way that the letters merged just enough so that when the cover is closed, what is seen is curves and lines mingling together.
There is a word there. Can you guess it?