Orphan

When my Dad died several years ago, his sister cried that now she was an orphan. My Aunt was in her 80's when she said this, and it occurred to me every one of us has our own very personal relationship with someone who has died, whether it be a parent, child, sibling or friend. We have experiences unique to that relationship that no one else can share.

When someone close to us dies, a connection is lost. We are the only one left with those memories, the jokes we shared, the not so funny times we got through.

The thing is, we all have gone through similar experiences, we've all felt loss, grief, pain.

There's a golden thread running through this work, connecting our individual grief with the rest of the world

More Encaustic

I knew I would be sucked in to encaustics, and I was right.  I am spending my mornings working with wax, and my afternoons stitching.  I know I'm just touching the tip of the iceberg, but it's all new to me, and I feel like a sponge.

I switched over from encaustic board to pieces of muslin, which is way cheaper, and easy to manipulate.

I'm adding rust, tissue paper

India ink, string, and heat setting it between each layer.  I have water handy because applying fire to fiber, even with wax covering it, can lead to scorching and burning, which is another interesting effect.

I'm folding Organza, then pulling it back apart,

I'm gathering it up, then relaxing it.  And I haven't even added colored wax yet.
I'm happy to be showing something on my blog again, since I really can't share the fiber I'm working on.
I love the times when I'm thinking "what if", and that's happening a lot right now.