...is brought to you from the sofa. Robin's out, and we're expecting a couple of parcels. Doubtless they'll arrive once he's back again. but if not, by the time I get downstairs, there's a real risk that the delivery man will have disappeared again. So here I am. It's more difficult to rest on the sofa; too much stuff that ought to be done, or wants to be made. I'm resisting. That said, I'm also contemplating this piece, which you'll remember from Saturday's blog on printing. It said it wanted to be a book: I agreed.
It looks quite different in 3D, than it did lain flat...
The orientation change makes a huge difference, while the folds encourage us to read both the whole thing and the individual page. I did contemplate hand stitch, but I really do think that machine stitch is preferable (really do have to ring the engineer this week, I NEED my machine back).
And talking of needs, the piece needs a poem. Of course it does, I hear you holler. The poem will be written on the other side of the book, this time, before the stitch is added. I think the effect of the stitch will be interesting; it should break up the text, even the individual letters, making the poem act like a piece of visual art. Which is, I suppose, the whole idea.
The poem is about interpreting visual marks. I've got a thing about that...I talk about it here, to some extent. I stitch, print and paint in this way, making marks, and to me, that reflects the natural world, where the elements create marks in and on, for example, stone, which our minds then attempt to interpret. 'Natural Graffiti', a quilt I donated to a cancer charity, reflects that them (see it here), but I've been stitching rune-like and other abstract and semi abstract forms into quilts since I started making, over thirty years ago (cough).
No, it's not written yet; I'm going to lie on the sofa for the rest of the morning, and see what we can come up with, my unconscious and me. Seems infinitely reasonable.
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