Do You See What I See?
I have really labored figuring out how to work with this deconstructed silk screen print I made. I have torn out as much thread as I put in it, but am not disappointed I had to do it. I found out what did not work before I settled for what I believed did.
Quilting did not leave enough actual stitching fiber visible to let you see the design. I tried long stitch quilting, and even short, traditional stitches in many colors. There had to be more contrast with the mottled background for the stitching to show. I debated about using some very deep colors like electric blue to pop against the coral, but decided to keep this piece muted--if pink and green palms are muted.
It was really interesting to stitch 2 of these prints together. The centering of the original material must have been just perfect--by accident, because the light areas matched no matter how I turned it. I hung it on the wall, and stared at it for a week. What did I see in the markings? I saw palms. As a mom, this view was probably a familiar site. The little kids were beside me in ankle deep water, and big kids building sand castles on the beach. Watching kids around water is a full time job for any parent.
Now that I am happy with the stitching for the palms, I've begun to look at the bottom of the print. I see surf, sea foam, a shell maybe. The trick for me is figuring out how to make you see what I see now. I think it's possible to add too much definition for the viewer so I kept the palms just a shade darker than the background. The surf would be beautifully implied with some frothy looking beads, I think.
What do you see?
Stay cool this week, and the Doxies and I will tell you about our latest big project very soon. I am involved with my daughter restoring a late 1950's weekend cabin belonging to my husband's side of the family. Imagine opening cabinets, and finding some of the things have not been disturbed for 30, 40, 50, almost 60 years. Many of the textiles were still from 1950, and we've been working hard to restore more than update. It's a fine line deciding if something is worth salvaging, or just cannot be saved at all.
Today we have another pair of hands coming along to help. It's hard, grungy work, but I think we're looking at a place to be completely unplugged on the weekends.
I hope you enjoy yours.
Come on, Doxie girls.
Let's get the truck loaded with paint.