Moving through a shattering period of tenuous health concerns and re-defining what is important in life, I was frozen in my work.
So I grabbed a bunch of scraps and started putting them together. That process gives me a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day regardless of outcome.
My thoughts were on how disruption forces contemplation. How pieces have to be sorted and put back together. How mending provides silence for thought.
As I was putting together random scraps of fabric they were added to my design wall in a rough estimation of a body. I wanted to create a figure filled with anxiety, confusion and isolation. Lonely—moving toward an uncertain horizon.
The piece morphed many times.
The resulting composition gave me a number of opportunities for thread stories. Movement, itchiness, hidden messages. Playing with the tension on my thread and using a black thread on top with a variegated thread below gave medotted line that comes in and out of focus.
I see the figure as a witness to the chaos, looking for the pattern that connects.
Below are some of the details.