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Threads of Life
Threading the needle at the beginning is always the hardest part. But that fresh piece of linen (or Aida) has so much potential, full only with the endless hope of a beautiful work after all the fun hours (months, years) of stitching (and unstitching) that is to come. And I enjoy every step as it moves me out of the world outside, focusing just on what's in your lap. My 1st love (outside my family) is cross-stitch and it's seen me through 30-odd years.
By Diana Trezona5 years ago in Humans
The Craft That Made Me
Since as far back as I can remember, yarn has been a part of my life. I remember getting pulled out of Kindergarten to learn how to finger crochet a long chain. I remember the woman who taught me had a stroke earlier on, so half her face was paralyzed. She had a piece of metal in her eyelid to help her blink. I was told the finger crocheting was to help keep me focused in class. I loved it and gladly taught the skill to anyone who wanted to learn. I still am astounded that humans came up with ways to turn one string into many, and the many woven together to form ropes and yarn. I can't imagine being the person who figured how to make a cloth out of a single thread.
By Shelby Bowdy5 years ago in Humans
The Day Art Came Home to Stay
It was in the third grade that my desire to create art was stifled. The class was in the midst of a hot and heavy spelling competition, and I was a good speller. The reward for missing a word was that you got to sit down at your desk and draw. When I misspelled a word on purpose in order to pursue my artistic designs, the teacher (who knew I was faking) chastised me and told me I should never, ever “cheat” in such a fashion.
By Jean Williiams5 years ago in Humans
Pearls and Cast-Offs
Having moved back to my home after a brief stay with my dad, I'm out of work at the moment. I sit at home surfing through job sites and ads begging me for experience I don't have, bored out of my mind but at the same time feeling as if I'm under a monumental pressure as my bank account continues to dip lower till D Day. In the moments when I fight with my sister, which is too often for me to admit, or feel this pressure I take off some time from the internet and instead, work with my hands. I like to knit. I can't do anything fancy like a million other people who knit, I just like making little 20x20 stitch squares (though to be honest they look more like rectangles).
By Savannah Brett5 years ago in Humans
An Accidental Weaver
My Mother’s Son: I grew up playing with all the tools my mother had acquired over her years of practice. Throughout my college years, the woman I dated performed its rituals. At age twenty-eight, I took a two-day beginner’s class from a master. I became a guild member on the fifth of January, 2021, just before I turned thirty-eight. Seven days later, I stood outside an over-filled storage unit in Van Nuys writing out a paper check as exiting cars squeezed past me and my new machine.
By Philip Canterbury5 years ago in Humans
no apologies
My therapist made me do it. I had fought, bitterly, against it. Every fibre of my being screamed at me that she was wrong. How dare she treat me like a child? I did not start painting because it was a hobby, or a joy, or even a distraction. I began drawing because I had to, because she forced me to, and, literally, it saved my life.
By Joanna McLoughlin5 years ago in Humans
Japanese Artist Toko Shinoda
Toko Shinoda, Genji, 1967. Image from Sotheby’s. All through the twentieth century, Japanese artist Toko Shinoda assembled her own Modernist custom. Her profession endured more than seventy years, taking her from the shores of Japan to the thriving craftsman networks of New York. Shinoda was firmly connected with Abstract Expressionism. Be that as it may, she varied from any semblance of Jackson Pollock and Mark Rothko with her experience as an expert calligrapher. Shinoda joined the old and the new to get one of Japan's most darling Modernists.
By Jacob Walker5 years ago in Humans
A Brief History
A Brief History By Stephen Donnelly Recently I have taken up a hobby of three dimensional drawing and art. I was never good at drawing on a second dimensional plane no matter how hard I tried. And the way my grandmother tried to ‘teach’ me makes it hard to want to pursue it. A lot of memories of her scratching out what I had done. Drawing over what I had drawn to make it look like she wanted it to.
By Unabated Lemon5 years ago in Humans
If necessity is the mother of invention, then creativity is it's grandmother!
When we first moved into our house, the master bedroom was only being used for storage. The door was missing a panel, so we covered it with a framed picture, put a piece of furniture in front of the door and pretended the room didn't exist. Last week, we decided we needed a larger room and moved into it. Now, I think we can all agree that a gaping hole in one's bedroom door is not desirable. You would have thought I hit the lottery when I found the panel on the top shelf in the closet. The problem, it was in three pieces. I was able to glue it back together and found it would, in fact, fit back into the door. I did have to question just how well it would hold up, from day to day use.
By L.A. Cummins5 years ago in Humans
