Made/Watched/Did/Nails—And.

And. However I feel about any sort of thing where one does something daily in a group goal, NaArMaMo is a good excuse to maybe focus on what I am doing and making a bit while working in all that various media I know, because I seriously stagnate (ew) if I focus too long in a single one.  I personally call bullshit on “NOT NECESSARILY VERY GOOD ART. But a finished achievement of artistic endeavour.”  Because why the shit would I bother if that is the case. So, we’ll see…

Colour wheel WIP

I think I’ve finally settled into the six main colours I want to use in stitching.  There are spaces for paint swatches, when I unpack the paints.  I used my basic lettering alphabet and my favourite dozen-plus stitches, which are mostly chain and buttonhole variants: Shisha Chain Heavy Detatched Feather Buttonhole Detached buttonhole (loosely done) Rosette of thorns Cross Straight Back Stem Split Algerian eye Renaissance Bullion

Mish mash timekiller

With my craft things packed up for the move, I’ve only a few scraps of fabric to embroider on during my commute.  So I’m focusing on lots of detail.  Lots and lots and worked over and over itself. This thing is about two and a half to three weeks of commuting (about 30 hours). This is all the stitches I could think of offhand, which means mostly buttonhole and chainstitch variations.  There is also a lot of gathering and netting and weird things done so that the haphazardly pieced-together bits…

The Regulars

In attempt to justify starting what will turn out to be a stupidly ridiculous project, I am first trying to finish as many things as I can that fall into that awful “just a step away from being finished” phase.  This includes all that unstretched/framed embroidery I’ve done over the past year or so.  Starting easy (because I really hate building stretchers, even when it is balsa wood), I pieced and quilted together the panels of the Regulars, those people I see nearly every day on my commute. I made…

It was a reflexive thing I had to fully realise was happening

A long, long time ago I used to be a painter. It was what I did. I had a mural background and everything. And I discovered sculpting and printmaking and there was a nice time where all those traditional things were meshed nicely and whatever. I grew out of it, because seriously? Committing to one media? As if. Nonetheless, some things stick. So, even though modern tradition in embroidery calls for a (beautiful, tasty, delectable) rainbow of colours as a palette, I still have the mentality of mixing one’s colour…