IMAGINED BIRD NEST PART 3 of 3:
Pencil crayon, watercolour, ink, coffee, cherry juice on newsprint, embroidery thread, handmade marbled paper, ribbon, beads, cat fur, collage, found poetry.
“Covid Crafting Therapy” is my ongoing personal process for relaxation, a type of journaling, a type of meditation. Every stitch a thought. It’s different from drawing, painting, writing. I’m not trying to find the style, the form, the character. I’m not trying find the perfect color, the perfect brush stroke. The perfect narrative. Crafting just… is.
The Little My Pillow
Little My, character from the Moomin stories by Tove Jansson, is a personal obsession. I draw her continuously. I aspire to be like her, though, according to all the Moomin personality quizzes I have taken, I am Snufkin.
I love drawing on cloth or layers of paper and embroidering along the lines. No end product in mind. No rush. Just a place to land those thoughts. This project (using an old tablecloth as canvas) has become a pillow. (still in progress)
The Covid Quilt
Being Swedish, I was raised surrounded by beautiful handwoven cloths. When I think about Sweden, I see looms.
Textile art is in my DNA. My mother loved to tell me stories about my great grandmother– my name sake, Brita. Brita raised so many children with little money. She’d walk to town and check out the latest fashions in the store windows, then go home and weave the fabric and sew the outfits for her children. Her kids were the only ones at their school that brought along PE strips- cleanliness and freshness always tantamount (a trait my mother inherited). Sadly, her daughter Kristina, my grandmother, died when I was two. But my great aunts Helma, Alma and Helga were a huge influence on my love of crafting. I would love our visits, mesmerized by Helma’s loom in her loom room, Alma’s tapestries, Helga’s button collection.
I love the collection of threads, humble bits, woven together. Cloth is sacred. Humble, yet showy.
The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind. – John Burroughs
As we process life, whether we do it well or badly, elegantly or clumsily, our experiences weave a tapestry that colors our personality. It’s a strong, beautiful un-anticipated, splendidly imperfect design.
Check out my weaving journal exercise:
I keep a large basket of family heirlooms, like this runner. Our family has shared so many meals on this woven cloth, spilled on it, used it to play, washed it over and over:
This Christmas, I was gifted a beautiful DOMESTIC INTERVENTION CO. handwoven scarf from my soul-sister, Patti Henderson.
I was MESMERIZED. All my childhood memories flooding back as I held the delicate fabric. I am in awe of this Vancouver artist and her product.
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Aaaaaaah- a loom room!!! DREAMY
About saying yes to life, every part of your life, and finding how to weave them all together.
― Lucy H. Pearce,
I love making paper dresses!
I finally made one for a sock monkey.
Surprised that it took me so long!
Not sure why it is so satisfying, but it is!
The classic sock monkey is made out of luscious work socks.
The paper dress dress is double sided with original chinamarker drawings (front portrait of a hedgehog on a rose and back- a Daniel Clowes inspired fan art portrait of Little Enid from Ghost World).
The monkey measures about 14″ high.
Available on my ETSY site: