Purpose

Material Witness will focus on extreme textile process. Images will be posted here showing the history of my work, new work, developing projects and inspiration.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Me Again

Trying to master the "Selfie" at the ferry dock on Mayne Island.

2014
Me   2014.

Visiting Judy Taylor

The first textile artist I visited on Mayne Island was Judy Taylor.
I ran into her at Astrid's Kitchen with old Guild friend Dani Lacosta
and she invited me home with her to see her inspiring house and for blackberry scones and sweet English tea.

I am easy to pick up when offered a crawl through someone's studio and fabric stash.

Judy was generous sharing who she is as a person and an artist. She was also the head nurse around these parts for a number of years and keeps her hand in by helping out by driving and visitng the sick and infirm. Like me.

Her strong and completely giving personality and outspoken Northern English way fit me like a glove.
Her talent and sense of colour and design are wonderful. She has shown me piles of quilts, fabric bits and new textile constructions and she, in turn, has climbed through some of mine.

Judy, like nearly every textile artist I know, lives happily with her textile piles. She has stray threads on her coat and little pigment stains on her hands. Blue that day.

I just had to share some images of her lovely quilts. And a little bit of her. All the colours are deeper and more vivid. I took the pictures with my phone on a very sunny day.
                       Judy leading me through a version of textile heaven.
One of Judy's experimental pieced quilts.

The sewing section of her studio.

                          A pile of lovely quilts all Judy Taylor done.
Judy's talented hand on one of her quilts.


Me Three Months Ago

Me . On my Island. Three months ago.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

And It Kinda Turned Into This


Playing with Paper

Dragged out the Conte stick, a sketchbook, needle and thread and hot poker and said " Time don't wait for no-one!"

So I played with my rusty hands and forgotten tools for an hour.

I spent half the day in the lab letting the vampires suck away and decided that this energy I have left is precious and needs to be nurtured like a cranky baby.  The other half I spent curled up in my cozy bed and napped for 3 hours. In between I played with making marks and sloppy stitches and scorches.





Tuesday, February 18, 2014

New Guild

Mayne Island is forming a new Guild for people who work with fibre.
Tomorrow is the second meeting and I am going.

Everyone who attends works with fibre somehow. Most with wool.
We have a sheep farmer, knitters, weavers and makers and sellers of all sorts.

I am back on my feet.

Spring is pushing back this cold winter. And this year I will be gifted with a new baby grand whose due date is on my birthday. Better start knitting.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Looking Forward.

I have two more treatments.

Radiation is an amazing process.
Tiny beams have been blasted at my spine to destroy a little tumour that has been making movement challenging. The flares from the radiation and inflammation left me stunned. I was expecting some pain. Just not that pain. Last weekend was a challenge because my morphine was not on Mayne and I was.

I went to radiation support and pain management at the hospital and am now drugged up.
The new oncologist was very firm about making sure I manage the pain cycle. And that is was going to get worse before it got better. I know now. So I am a pill popping Mama.

I have these friends and this husband who show up in the early morning and late at night.
I love them so much for doing this. So much.

Trying to get a handle on the emotions pouring out of me and trying to hold in the panic.
Some of it drug induced and some of it real. Tim has a sixth sense and knows when to
just wrap himself around me. His patience. His calm. His emotional generosity.

I asked him how he managed to do this. He said, "Because you are still Patricia Chauncey."
Who needs a Valentine after that?

So I will jump up on the radiation spaceship table and trust.

There are times to be dependant and other times to give. I will relax and understand that needing help and support is all o.k.