My bag nearly always contained a roll of black cotton and a pouch of brightly colored threads. The stitching was intuitive while varing direction, stitch length and contrasts. The action itself gave me joy, a sense of contentment. It came as a great surprise toward the closing of 2015 to find myself no longer enamored with this work. It had become a chore and ended up being undone most often than not.
One morning during that week between Christmas and New Year's, as usual I found myself downstairs before the house woke, wanting to hand stitch, but being a bit reticent to do so. My old way was not working and I knew it, but what next? Try stitching on white cotton? On my rusted cottons? Or on that pad of St Armand Canal black denim paper that I'd bought in Santa Fe? Hmmm...now there's an idea.
2016 waiting = stitching #1
I began with +'s by punching holes in the back for the rows
2016 waiting = stitching #2
2016 waiting = stitching #3
2016 waiting = stitching #4
before beginning to stitch...all the while promising myself to stitch only through the holes already punched,
2016 waiting = stitching #5
to not look at the front and decide that another was needed just here...or right there. Just let go and accept what exists.
2016 waiting = stitching #6
Acceptance = a sense of freedom = many ideas on where to go from here.
2016 waiting = stitching #7 in progress from back
I'm enjoying this new waiting = stitching series very much and am trying to take it slow and let the process guide me and grow organically rather than to rush and get ahead of myself.
By the way, if anyone knows where more pads of St Armand Canal paper in black denim (9 inches by 10 inches) can be purchased, would you mind dropping me a note? I'd be very grateful for the info.