When In Doubt...

cut it out? Well, not quite. I had a piece which I really liked, a handdyed square (napkin), which I'd dyepainted blue. Then on top of that, some lutradur, half dyed red, half dyed blue, with a white gap between them. And then, I stitched. And Stitched. And it didn't work. So then, I stitched some more. And yes, it still didn't work. I even overdyed it a bit more, which is easy to do with lutradur, just a question of ironing the colour on to where you want it. And that wasn't right, either. So, finally, I cut it up; I now have a diptych. And I'm happy. Or I will be, when it is mounted and framed. The photograph shows it lying on the tiled floor in my conservatory.

Reading this over, I realise that, despite my intention to talk about something other than dyeing, given that I seem to have been obsessed with it over the last couple of days (and more images to come...), dyeing does seem to have sneaked in. Ah well, I suppose it is a reflection of the way I work. Dye first, dye last, it doesn't matter to me. I don't have a specific order in which I apply the processes I use. I just make it up as I go along, and do what seems to need to be done at the time. Like I keep saying, it's a question of trusting the process...