I’ve been working on this piece over the course of multiple months. Admittedly, there was a great deal of time that I spent Not working on it. Rather just looking at it, trying to figure out what was next.
I started this piece on impulse with no semblance of a plan. We were deep in quarantine and I was aghast at the turn of things. Looking to my textiles to sooth my mood, my pain, my emotions, is nothing new, but it took on a much more relevant and incessant need than it would have been in more normal times.
My cupboards hold a treasure of antique textiles and remnants in embarrassing quantity. The thin as air ancient sheet with sturdier multiple repairs became my foundation. The lettering was cut from old quilting cottons in my stash. I think, but don’t know, that they are late 1800s. The backing fabric is an old feed sack. The middle unseen layer is old, too. That all felt grounding to me in these uncertain times.
All the stitching is done by hand. I don’t know what kind of thread my predecessor stitchers may have used on their repairs of the sheet, but everything I used was organic, from the lettering appliqué to the quilting thread.
Parts of this piece are frayed or fragile, much like how our democracy feels to me right now.
Measures about 23″ square-ish. Precision was not my goal. It was an organic process, but it is more square than I would have expected.