Monday, 17 November 2014
Thursday, 13 November 2014
In Madrid in a cafe behind the Prado....notice some intriguing boxes on the bar. The barman tells me they were made by the mother of the owner - 'a very old lady' - who loves to make them. They are stitched squares of plastic netting bound together with embroidery silk. What a fantastic idea. Wonder if we could develop something similar for work with elderly people in residential homes.....
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
I don't know either - actually - having seen Richard Tuttle's textile sculpture at Tate Modern this weekend.
I had been lured there by the wonderful photo (above) in the London Review of Books.
But in fact just saw this (below) which felt dismal, I don't know why - perhaps my mood. Conveyed in the title 'I Don't Know ...." is the idea that textile sculpture can have its own life. It changes as it is draped: presents differently in different spaces. In one sense this is exciting - in another meaningless (or that is what I felt on Saturday).
As did this dress. Simply because the print on the fabric reminded me of spring - Japan - cherry blossom and exquisite birds. Pure escapism.
Friday, 7 November 2014
|Matisse/Spanish Still Life 1910-11|
Came across postcards of these two paintings this morning - kept ever since visiting an exhibition at the Royal Academy in 2005 - which I now see was called Matisse: His Art and His Textiles.
This was long before we started on The British Sari Story in 2007 or Stitch - so I must have visited it fairly randomly.
Something must have lodged in the mind, though.
These patterns are so vigorous and strong: they are what the painting is about somehow.
Have just had two pieces of toast and marmalade for breakfast but looking at these pictures has given me more energy.
Wednesday, 5 November 2014
It's a long time since I was a Guide - but I do remember how hard it was to earn badges. In my day - for sewing, cooking (hard to imagine!), orienteering (perhaps).....
Time has moved on. I was interested to see the range of badges on the fleece of a wonderful Guide from Camborne, Cornwall.
And the painstakingly neat - poignant even - stitches with which they're sewn on. The stitches almost speak.