Monday, October 22, 2012

A Place to Rest One's Head

This combination of fabrics has been through several transformations over the past months. I've cut it from quite a large rectangle into smaller squares. Several of those squares have been dipped in wax (that piece is still in progress). Several more got rolled into tubular shapes and then unrolled because they just didn't feel right.

After several weeks of tinkering, tampering, pondering, even placating, this wool and silk combination has finally found its home. Simple 'pillows' eased gently next to one another.

Perhaps after all the fuss what was needed was simply a place to rest one's head.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Sunday, October 14, 2012

On Becoming a Stone

I recently collected a sculpting stone while on Orkney last month. It's exactly the size, weight, and shape I have imagined working with -- oval, but not perfect, heavy, but not so much that I can't pick it up in one hand. It's just large enough for my fingers to gently curve over the top. It feels good to hold.

I've been sculpting with it each day for the last six days. One piece of washed and torn silk chiffon at a time is laid softly over the stone. The silk is then coated in matte gel medium and while the medium is still wet it gets loosely drawn upon with a graphite pencil.

The silk dries overnight and each morning I pull it off the stone. It is a fragile vessel, just stiff enough to hold a shape when sitting upon the table, but it curls gently when pinned to the wall. I now have six such vessels -- one for each day I've been working with the stone.

I suppose I could have collected dozens of stones so that I could 'produce' more sculptured pieces each day, but I've chosen to use only one. I enjoy the daily process of laying on the silk, then coating and drawing on it, and the next day slowly peeling it off.

The stone was in no hurry. Why should I be?