The search continues in Week 6. Cloth, mark making and meaning. A real adventure because work defines work in art. Working turns surprises into ideas.
My beachy paradise has been struck a chill for the past week, but most days are at least in the 50′s. The storms coming across have blanketed the patio with leaves and pine straw. (Gotta collect those for later.) It’s perfect weather for continuing my junk hunt around the rental house.
The obvious stuff on counter tops and in drawers- safety pins, paper clips, and steel wool – have all been pilfered in an effort to make marks on cloth. Plastic baggies, tea bags, hydrangea blooms that dried on its stem.
It has become a game to imagine what shape or color of degrading metal will occur when set in vinegar. A ball of string, soaked in coffee yielded soft asemic curls on cloth. Caligraphy through a dryer sheet with my precious walnut ink. The orange tissue paper didn’t bleed a bit. While lots of experiments fail, the game is getting harder but more interesting.
While I wait for new discoveries, I’ve spent time taking small cues, making small stitches, taking pictures and learning some new things.
I started a wishbone trapunto, got muslin through my new printer, dyed newsprint, experimented with a counterfeit detector pen, considered white-out as paint and used flower seeds for beads. No cheese doodles but… gutterradyeing. And Textile Art Center has some thoughts on the topic.