After a summer vacation I am back at my kitchen table with a stack of old garments and a pot of dye. It is time to rip and cut, dunk and dye, shape and reimagine. It is a rainy day outside and I am ready to immerse myself in a day of preparing materials to dress a pile of primitive dolls who have been patiently waiting in a heap on a shelf. Ugly or beautiful these garments will be cut apart and repurposed into useful bits of cotton and linen.
Unlike vacation, where I followed a plan and a roadmap, today’s trip does not have a set route. I go where the deconstruction and boiling pots of dye take me. Garments bought months ago because of their fiber content, pattern or embellishments are cut apart. They become part of a stash that I can go to when I need to fulfill an idea. The ex-owners of these garments would be surprised at where the garments end up. Most are totally transformed into my bits and pieces.
But this transformation is exactly what makes each piece unique. To see things in a different light. In artistry, crafting or life. I am beginning to see that is the secret.
Unlike vacation, where I followed a plan and a roadmap, today’s trip does not have a set route. I go where the deconstruction and boiling pots of dye take me. Garments bought months ago because of their fiber content, pattern or embellishments are cut apart. They become part of a stash that I can go to when I need to fulfill an idea. The ex-owners of these garments would be surprised at where the garments end up. Most are totally transformed into my bits and pieces.
But this transformation is exactly what makes each piece unique. To see things in a different light. In artistry, crafting or life. I am beginning to see that is the secret.
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