I have hesitated posting any photos of what my studio currently looks like while working on this commission for the church because, well, (oh say it ANNE!)…….it is an utter disaster!
It has been a long time since I worked with Fiber Art—which is what this is—as opposed to liturgical hangings, which are a different type of sewing all together. They basically consist of a small amount of fabric choices, but in large pieces.
This is painting with fabric, and I have bits and pieces absolutely everywhere! Because for every shade, nuance, tone, or shadow, you need a separate fabric. And you have to pull a copious amount of fabric, some that are never used, to have everything out in visual range to make it easier to work.
So I am coming clean and posting some photos…..just so you can appreciate the bedlam I create in every day. I’m not trying to make you feel the need to come help clean up….hee hee! But if you should be so inclined……. ;-D So here we go!
This is just part of the greens pulled for the leaves……some have migrated elsewhere…..they seem to migrate all over…..
My little corner of the world, for some time now…..
Wall miscellaneous….used patterns, sketch, pearls, etc. Patterns are kept until every piece is finished. If anything does not work, the pattern is still there to replace with another piece of fabric.
A close up of some of the *goodies*…….ahem……
Important STUFF. Everything handy, even if it makes sense to no one other than me!
Felt leaves and *nuts* that I cannot wait to start working with!And the fringe? That is what the little balls came from, and it has a good chance of becoming tufts of grass….
The last part of the leaves, sectioned down into workable pattern pieces, in progress. Constant checking for contrast, etc. This was the hardest piece to put together.
And the final pattern sections pinned up. Ladies and Gentlemen, for the most part---We have A TREE!!!
Fiber Art, as I now recall, when done properly, is slow. But I cannot imagine doing this in any other way. It has to live and breathe. It has to have a life of it’s own. To sway in the breeze—to reflect the sun—to be real.
I think I’m getting there.