The fabric is linen I dyed, and the threads are a mix of hand and commercially dyed cottons and silks. A little white-painted bowl sat on the worktable with the brightly-colored skeins tumbled together as I stitched and planned and listened to the story the threads were chatting about as the lines and shapes unfolded under my fingers. Working with intense colors is always quite stimulating, but to add to the mood of creativity I listened to the soundtrack of BFG as the stitching progressed. How could anything stay sedate and perfectly mannerly with John Williams' delightful music filling the studio?
And that is how all of these little images came to dwell here: stars, even a little block of fallen stars, a blackberry "briar" patch, river road, tracks, foliage . . . Ethan shares my passion for blue and green, so this will be my subject for our writing club meeting this afternoon. The children write their stories, Grandmother stitches hers. The children read their lovely written works, Grandmother tells hers and accepts the children's excited interruptions the way historians add footnotes to the body of their data. What better way to spend the after-homework-is-done moments of an afternoon in the studio?
And yes, Beth Ralph, you are entirely right about the way the story should be matted and framed rather than stretched over a small wooden stretcher the way I usually do these pint-sized pieces. Isn't Show 'N Tell the best part of FreeStyle?