Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Hemming

During the stitching, pressing and pinning of the hem the song "Don't fence me in" kept singing in my head. It seemed clear that art on fabric requires no restrictions, no boundaries. Perhaps word on word and layer on layer presents a dance of sorts which calls for lose running stitches put in by hand rather then machine--a quieting of the progress of the process. The long running stitches, the handwork, the dance and the fresh summer breeze folded within the turns of the hem. It is playful to approach something that is logically unknowable.  (The photo to the right is the backside of the panel ready for hemming.)

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