I still have some upholstery fabric left from having some chairs re-covered. It is natural linen, a lovely fabric. I have been wondering what to do with it. One day I went to an exhibition of Papunya artists in the City Gallery of Flinders University (on the ground floor of the State Library) and I came home longing to embroider. I can’t exactly say why. Perhaps it is partly that some of these glorious paintings are such clear manifestations of the principle that many tiny marks can make a whole that is sheer wonder. I marvelled at the capacity of these artists to hold entire desert landscapes and the stories of these places in their minds, and from these to create spectacular images which somehow communicate the story and the place. Even if I cannot begin to grasp all that they might have in mind in creating these works, I can still stand in awe.
I don’t need to be able to create wonder. I don’t expect to, and I don’t mind. But stitches are tiny. Perhaps the immediate thing was simply the invitation to begin.
These threads have been dyed with indigo, pansy, hibiscus and eucalyptus. I love their subtlety and the slight sheen of the silk thread against the matte texture of the linen. I love the effects of uneven dyeing, as it turns out. Even dyeing is overrated! Once I had decided I was done (which is a com0plicated thing in itself, I find), I settled on yet another bag.
The lining is made of patchworked silk scraps dyed with all kinds of plants.
And then, just because I can never make just one… I made another with a different piece of upholstery fabric and some scraps of recycled fabric of different weights.