|When I can't sleep, I stitch.|
I'm now mixing colored fabric and threads in with the white cotton and red pearl cotton. I envision a huge grid of them, but I don't know.
I've been collecting color words from friends, family and colleagues. The weird intimacy that comes from stitching up someone else's handwriting has only become more compelling to me over time. It's ratcheting up my nerdy word obsession with the addition of textures and color and stitch. I can't stop.
I don't want to stop.
|Rinsing "cherry." Experimenting with stitching|
in the same color as the background fabric.
Initially I was going to work with 23 color words, but I keep wanting more.
|Take it with me everywhere and notice colors, words.|
Not in a greedy way. In a passionate way. I love bringing other folks into my artwork. It helps me reconcile my admittedly independent side with the joy I take in feeling connected to other people.
|Some handwriting is more challenging to stitch|
and I love that.
Send me more color words, please.