I’ve been working on this piece over the course of multiple months. Â Admittedly, there was a great deal of time that I spent Not working on it. Â Rather just looking at it, trying to figure out what was next.
I started this piece on impulse with no semblance of a plan. Â We were deep in quarantine and I was aghast at the turn of things. Â 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. Â The thin as air ancient sheet with sturdier multiple repairs became my foundation. Â The lettering was cut from old quilting cottons in my stash. Â I think, but don’t know, that they are late 1800s. Â The backing fabric is an old feed sack. Â The middle unseen layer is old, too. Â That all felt grounding to me in these uncertain times.
All the stitching is done by hand. Â 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 appliquÃ© 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. Â Precision was not my goal. Â It was an organic process, but it is more square than I would have expected.