A couple of weeks ago I chanced upon an entry on Facebook on the Sloth Cloth Page….mentioning a Travellers Blanket course….
Since the crafting mojo seemed have all but deserted me I did a little sniffing around and loved what I saw. A lovely concept, I could imagine myself plopped on the couch of an evening, sewing bit by bit, a little story into a blanket that in the winter months I could drape over myself. I think what I liked the most was that this was a big project, but a project with heart, and most of all, a project that was intuitive, little snippets of work, with no real plan. JUST THE SORT OF PROJECT I LIKE. (One without a recipe or pattern).
I slapped my money down and beat a hasty retreat to Spotlight to find the cloth that I needed….and eagerly awaited the start date and my first ‘class’ to hit my inbox.
When it did (two days ago) I thought long and hard (for about an hour) about what my blanket would be and what story it would tell. What story did I WANT my blanket to tell? Nothing was concrete.
Yesterday when I was walking down the beach, a beautiful thought formed. I thought about the beach, the beach which has always been in my life, even though I have been away from it for long stretches.
I remembered the wonderful Soothing Waters Shawl that I made so long ago and the colours of it….still my favourite colours. That deep dark teals moving into pale blue and back into Teal. When I think of the complexity of that project (beginning with the fact that I used Optim fibre that apparently doesn’t take colour well), fibre dyed with intent to fade in and out, spun in such a way to replicate this fading of colours, and then woven to achieve that wonderful saturation of change, I am quite amazed. I rarely revisit a pattern or concept, so can’t see myself ever redoing it…but thought this project could be a good way to replicate the thought process.
I gathered rocks from the seashore as I walked, and when I got home I shibori wrapped many of them in the piece.
My thoughts with the blanket are/is
- A graduated colour – deep dark teals to light blues
- Many many many marks made in the bottom third of the piece…rocks wrapped in the piece
- Gradual lessing of rocks/marks through the second third of the piece
- Little or no marks on the top part of the piece.
I guess it symbolises my life in the place I live. Brought up in the area, ways of life and ideas – all foundations of who I am (symbolised by the density of the rocks/marks in the bottom third of the piece) and with gradual softening of marks/thoughts/ways of life…as I make my way through it. Perhaps it symbolises my journey through life in the crafty/artistic way….many thoughts and ideas, pummeling my brains with ideas, concepts, so many things to do and not enough time. And my thoughts now. About picking projects I want to do. Thinking about them. Taking time to make marks on pieces with intent.
Well. Thats my thought process at the moment.