Periodically I declare to myself that I’ve made enough work featuring birds. I generally then make a few pieces with no avians, then, without actually being invited, they’re back, flying in, perching about the place, posing under the sun, or looking at the Moon.
I’d been mulling over some autumn coloured fabrics I’ve had for ages, and also some lovely textured silks that I was convinced I would never use. You know, the sort of thing you get out, stroke a bit, and put away again.
This time I didn’t put them away. Having a little experiment with them was the start, and I was convinced that I was going to make some pattern based pieces.
This was the first piece. Boring. So naturally I took the scissors to it and then the birds arrived. Painting some calico with Indian ink for the background seemed to get it all going, and these are the two pieces, below, that happened.
I’d like to make a third, I have enough silk and so on left, and having found a context to actually use it in that I like, I’m enthusiastic about making a third piece. With a bird, probably.
Here’s one of them, below, pinned up, waiting to be stitched. It’s between two other bird pieces that have a slightly more convoluted story, which undoubtedly I will post about at some point.
Keep well, and keep making, everyone. x