Wednedsday already. September already. How did that happen!
My current art project is exploring the crafting of previous generations of women. The stuff that often ends up in charity shops when people downsize or when families have to clear homes following a bereavement.
Hours and hours of work end up in the fabrics areas of these shops, for sale for tiny amounts of money. For obvious reasons I don’t buy all I see, despite really wanting to assemble all the lovely work of these amazingly skilled women into one place where they can anonymously mingle in a safe place. Maybe the auras of the women creatives could share techniques and admire one anothers skills.
With daily blogging I’ve become a story teller of the mundane. 523 days of weaving words and pictures together. Often with no great story to tell, mundanity has become my unique selling point. My raison d’etre if you prefer.
It is the way I am beginning to create my 2d art.
Anonymity and chance are the two words that I have been keeping in mind since the Pandemic hit the world and started killing so many people.
There are two anonymous women represented in these photographs. The first created a small circular dressing table thingy using fine cotton to crochet and wonderful sewing skills to roll the edge of a damask circle and then attach the crochet and work a spiders web of crochet to create a small but beautiful mistresspiece of crafting.
The second anonymous woman wore costume jewellery, a string of specially coated crystal glass beads.
Chance brought their artifacts together in the same charity shop. By sewing the beads onto the edges of the crochet I am bringing the two unknown women together to create something new. Something useful even. A beaded jug or bowl cover to deter insects.
So far so good I feel. You may disagree. But however am I going to move this into the realm of 2d art! The first stage is probably writing about it…
Mundanity, my USP!
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Put this idea on Tamar Valley Wombles too.
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