I’ve been thinking lately about how hard it is to part with a project once it’s done and ready to move on to it’s new home.
I”m used to seeing the colours and textures out of the corner of my eye and I always have a few pangs of missing them before I transition to a new palette and design. It’s why I try and overlap projects so I can ease from one to the other.
I’ve just finished making two sketchbook covers that have been my constant companions the last while.
These button projects are part of what I make, although not all of what I do creatively. But they are portable and relaxing and I love the rhythmical pace of stitching by hand. Lately I’ve revived my interest in making needle book cases as an alternative to a grab and go project like knitting. Small blank canvases waiting to have a design set up and ready to pick up and work on when I’m on a plane , in a car or riding to and from the mainland on the ferry. When I can’t be in my studio drawing and painting, it doesn’t mean I stop the creativity.
Planning and designing these little works of art probably takes me the longest as I set up the ‘scene’ . I play around with my stash of fabric and buttons and let the story unfold.
It always begins with the gathering of supplies.
And in this case I ended up doing two sketchbook covers at the same time. Same dimensions , different shades of blue / greens and different stories unfolding on their tiny canvases.
Out of my button collection came the unfolding of a story of night time. Maybe a full moon and stars. The ocean, fish, beach, and a shore line. Blossoms waving in the off shore breeze and glowing by the light of the moon.
I had some beautiful fish buttons I’d saved for just the right project and the image seemed to call for bubbles floating from their mouths. Wave action in the water as the fish play in the surf and the long skinny buttons looked so much to me like fence posts marking the shore line.
For the second one, the aqua colour of the felt spoke to me of hot places on another side of the globe. The opposite of my world in the northern hemisphere.
I start by laying out the different shapes and sizes of buttons on the back drop of the wool fabric and move them around until I’m happy with the balance. The scene appears and the stitching begins.
In this case I was travelling en route to a painting and sketching retreat in France earlier in the summer and came upon the greatest bead and button store. I saw the turtles and knew they would tell the story of two turtles out playing in the surf.
These two are now finished and will move out to make room for the next scene I have percolating in my imagination..
I’m seeing a city scene with buildings of high rises ? Hmmmm…