My passion is still for the amazing and (for me) random results of dyeing with Nature. I’m learning slowly, and can’t wait for the day I can afford a workshop with India Flint, the original alchemist. Learning for me is so far by trial and error. Last week I tried my hand on three old silk-blouses. One was a hand me down, and the two other were found at the local thrift store, the “Sécour Populaire”. My favourite haunt where I do almost all my shopping for the home and for clothing. I won’t write much, just show you the process and how it all turned out.
The first blouse is an old “the Kooples” with a crepey kind of silk in double layers. As I’ve come to realize that the Eucalyptus in my back-yard isn’t working for me I bought some branches at the florist’s. Iron-bolts to go with it for a dark color.
This is also a crepe kind of blouse in an original light pink color. I scattered some petals of magnolia and some random branches from the garden.
Shiny silk, from “Zara” if I remember correctly. Branches found in the garden. They had yellowish buds in clusters. Completed it with a pretty grass (weed) which there’s an abundance of all over the upper “wild” part of the garden. On paper the grass once yielded purplish blue. One can only hope….
Wet blouses in the backyard. I let them dry in the sun and wind (they kept falling down!) And then I just ironed them lightly. I have an idea that the ironing will fix the dye… I’ll wash them later, and iron them again. I don’t like ironing (mildly put) but in this case it’s well worth it.
Three blouses freshly altered. I’m quite happy with the result! The dark one I’ll keep as it’s old and somewhat cracked in some seams. the other two will go into my “for sale” bag. i hope to accumulate some stuff and have a sale come summer.
That’s it for now. Dolly (dummy) and I are still working on the Hiking Dress, soon to be followed by a new experiment. Until then…. stay well!
I gave myself licence to chill, to play with different techniques for months to come, and now I can’t remember why. Was it because I felt I needed to “decide what to do”? If that indeed was the case, all has changed now. I see that I can actually do what I want, whenever I want to without the need to be one kind of artist. I’ve decided to be a Jack (or Jill) of all trades for as long as it works for me. My camera will always be with me, that much I know, because the world is a splendid place, full of such beauty big and small that I feel the need to record and share. And my new passion of “indiaflinting” (my word, used now with the permission of India Flint, eco-printer extraordinaire) is something I think I need to do for the rest of my life as well. The randomness and adventure of eco-printing suit my personality just fine. So fine in fact that I’ve decided to take up the long long lost cutting and sewing of my youth. Dolly, my dressmaker’s dummy is already standing in wait for me, my fabrics and my scissors!
But there is also the joy of art journaling. The colors, the “anything goes” feeling of painting, cutting, pasting… I want that too, so that stays as well. And the joy of folding books, and the need to learn to bind them! Paper-making for more books! The list goes ever on, as does this Rocky Road.
With my camera I can actually shoot the moon. Amazing, and beautiful!
My cloth in its brew waiting for me to bring it out into the sun…
The color of FAITH is greenish blue like our splendid planet where we can actually still find beauty, togetherness, joy and curiosity…
…and sharing all that is good. At least that is my FAITH.