The hands are a precious part of the body. I mean, they can do a lot of things, for example, they can greet, eat, wash, type, lift, clap and a whole host of other activities but to me they can above all……….stitch.
The stitch is not just a stitch, it is a part of me travelling through the hands and diffused through the fingers onto the fabric. A single stitch made by me has such weight, so how about a whole piece of art?
I believe any hand-made art carries the spirit of the person who made it. This gets lost in industrially made products. Well, I’m not against them, but there is so much beauty and power embedded in a hand crafted piece of art. Knowing that another human being actually spent several hours thinking through the concept , the colors, the materials, where and when to stitch……wow!
And I do not just stitch, the setting must be right. The space must match my mood of the day, speaking of which it takes several days to complete a piece. How the angle of the sun’s rays hit my window, the type of music playing in the background, the textures around me, the smells around me, my views as I stitch. I engage all my senses as I stitch, except the sense of taste, reason? The stitching process is so intense that I cannot afford to eat as I stitch or else I’ll lose my rhythm!
Since it takes several days to complete a piece, needless to say, that is a lot of me on a piece! I get so attached to my pieces, that it hurts to let go of them, yet it is necessary. The feeling I get when someone falls in love with my completed work of art is worth the pain.
- Did I just give a sneak preview of my work in progress?
JANET'S YARN CRAFT 