Oh, poor bird,
Why art thou
Flying in the shadows
At this dark hour?
These are lyrics to an Olde English round that I learned when I was a kid. I'm using the first line as a title for a textile piece I've just finished.
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I am loving the piecing, inspired by Japanese boro cloths... (Some of these bits of cloth were found in the free pile, or in the trash, discarded by a sewist who was no doubt squaring her quilt.)
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and the stitching, inspired by Jude Hill (and eons of stitchers before our time)...
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It feels like a secret language is being transported through me.
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It all began with this photograph I took and altered several years ago. I found this poor bird on my front porch one morning, so beautiful, even in death. Now it finds a home in context, a fragmented memory.
"Fragmented Memory #2: Oh, Poor Bird," is now on it's way to Los Angeles, to be part of The Song of the Birds, showing at Cactus Gallery June 14 - July 8, 2014. Opening reception will be on Saturday, June 14th, from 3 to 7 p.m. If you are in the area, I hope you can go and enjoy the show!
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Why art thou
Flying in the shadows
At this dark hour?
These are lyrics to an Olde English round that I learned when I was a kid. I'm using the first line as a title for a textile piece I've just finished.
I am loving the piecing, inspired by Japanese boro cloths... (Some of these bits of cloth were found in the free pile, or in the trash, discarded by a sewist who was no doubt squaring her quilt.)
and the stitching, inspired by Jude Hill (and eons of stitchers before our time)...
It feels like a secret language is being transported through me.
It all began with this photograph I took and altered several years ago. I found this poor bird on my front porch one morning, so beautiful, even in death. Now it finds a home in context, a fragmented memory.
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| Fragmented Memory #2: Oh, Poor Bird |
