invisible baste, thread beads (Jude Hill)
i think these small cloths are just little Love Letters to Life as i know it. just little Love Letters.
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22 responses to “soft pleasure, just love”
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To me this piece, little cloths finger washed by you, your love of faces and butterflies feels like a lovely little love letter to yourself and why not, why shouldn’t we give love letters to ourselves. This notion of cloth love letters is taking hold and I’ve just now gone around my little home, looking at all of my cloths on the walls and realized that love letters is what they are, love letters to myself of the land I’ve lived on, foraged from and walked on. Thanks grace for articulating this thought, love life letters, love land letters, all made of gatherings, thread and cloth.
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The best letters–L-O-V-E…Suddenly thinking about scrabble…can other words be made of these letters?–Vole (much hated by farmers but a dear creature in it’s own right, with it’s own reasons and love worthy).
Ps-I can’t quite ‘SEE’ yet but the worst is over now.LikeLike
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How perfect to come visiting a love letter. I love the pink too, the butterfly bow. Happy to hear that you have made it through the worst Michelle and all good healings to you.
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The delicate stitched framing is perfect and the yellow thread beads remind me of pollen…it must be springtime. I also like the way empty plays with full in this piece.
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perfect. for some reason the background reminds me of a saltine cracker. yes, they may be high in sodium and made with bleached white flour–and no, i never eat them anymore…but i loved them as a kid. saltines with a glass of milk. hmmmm mmmmm. amazing the memories this cloth is kicking up.
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ok funny because i was still wishing i actually could hear my mom’s voice and it was so much of her here..the pink that she was not allowed to wear..flaming redhead that she was ..and she adored and wore as an adult…the muted florals..her soft touch in the garden..the year we moved from san francisco there were suddenly blowers of sweet peas and flax and forget me nots outside my room..and mint and a thyme seat in the rocks to read in…and right along with that i got graham crackers and milk..and laughing at the table with her and the easiness of our spaces..and how much she would have loved grace’s faces..she was constantly sketching..hmm you are so right …
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maybe because I am stitching star maps, I see the thread beads as forming a constellation…
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love the spareness of your cloths Grace
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however I have always had a problem with girls wearing bows in their hair especially anyone older than 12! Your pink butterfly reminds me of the “bow heads”… when a couple of my younger brothers went to boarding school in Cañon City Colorado they had some strange stories about collecting bows from the girls who wore bows in their hair aka bow heads….
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well…the “bow” has a body now. maybe that will
help a little. legs. i have a Think about butterflies
on heads. birds too. but right now it’s butterflies.LikeLike
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a Thing
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in this context I would focus on the butterfly-ness… a suggestion of antennae and the marvellous spiral tongue
but what do I know?LikeLike
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ok, somebody has to ask. What did your brothers do with these bows????
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yes. all that you say. yes. and particularly to me,
because i do not forage and dye as you do, these are love letters to this Earth that is my Ground. is all that
holds me. has always held me. my All. this Earth.LikeLike
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and look at You!!!!!
already at the keyboard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
how so completely amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LikeLike
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butterfly bow…wellll, i guess butterflies can’t help it?
becoming a bow?LikeLike
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pollen. oh, yes, pollen. the substance that intertwines
so much…continuation of the Plant People, continuation
of the bee people, continuation of the People People.
Empty/Full. i seem to really need that. again and again.
i sometimes have “tried” for full, but can’t. Need empty.LikeLike
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hmmm. a saltine. well……
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i just planted Flax today.
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on the Other side, it is so.
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i’m glad
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I think they collected them like stamps but will write an e-mail and see if they can remember!!!
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