I knew right away this was the class for me. This wasn't about sewing kitties on tea towels. My mother had tried to get me to make those day-of-the-week dishtowels for my "hope chest" once upon a time (back in the 70's). I never finished one single towel but I did learn how to hand sew which I never regretted.
We learned that fiber art is real, viable art and stitching isn't just for "craft." We had to complete a big final project and I made mine out of four old drawers that I found in a free pile after a yard sale. This is the whole piece from a distance.
The piece on the left is about my mother who died when I was twelve. It's pieces from her youth, old yearbook page, school photos, a bit of a pillow case she embroidered for her own hope chest.
The one on the right is a page from the book Motherless Daughters, a shell worn smooth, and something I made using Solvy, http://www.sulky.com/stabilizers/solvy.php , which was a product I learned about from Robin.
The piece on the left is about my mother's death and the one on the right is about myself as a mother. It hangs on my wall today. I could take this class every term and still learn something new. It inspired me to stitch and stitch and stitch and.....
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