I must also tell you of another go getter of a woman who has a way with color and fabrics, my friend Cathy. We met back in April at the Gee's Bend retreat in Alabama. I was excited about my upcoming workshop with Nancy at Shakerag and told her about it. Cathy was able to obtain a spot in the workshop and we had a fine reunion. She is such a kind and giving person, full of energy and fun. An amazing woman to watch in action. Check out her blog, livelovelaugh-cathy.blogspot.com to see her progress on composition # 2.
Her composition # 1 is equally as beautiful,
as you can see.
And now it is time for me to fess up. I was one of the students that didn't complete composition # 2. In fact, I didn't even get a good start on # 2. We began by making more striped fabrics following certain criteria. Thirty fabrics to be precise. I got a good start with these 3 pieces, since the directions were pretty concise.
Then, as you can see, I ended up all over the place as far as color. Totally incoherent, er-ah, non-cohesive. And if you take the time to count, I didn't even make 30 fabrics. I was pretty burnt out by fabric # 27 at 1:00 am.
After staying up way past midnight 3 days in a row,
fog had set up permanent residence in my brain.
Commenting to Nancy the next morning, that I didn't yet have all my fabrics completed, she said, "too bad. We've got to move on." And that was just fine with me. What the heck was I going to do with this mess, I wearily asked myself.
First of all, we cut a strip of varying sizes from each of our made fabrics.
And from these strips of fabric we had our choices to work with in restructuring a new composition.
Again, Ms. Cannot Make a Decision, was all over the place.
I have 3 compositions in one.
Ok, let's divide these into separate compositions.
It was a start. I won't be boring by showing all the configurations I tried. Let's just say, that they were really bad. The harder I tried the worse they got.
And to be honest, I think I must have deleted the pictures of my wall as it appeared on Friday afternoon. Or maybe I just didn't even take any pictures by then. I truly do not remember. I packed everything up, loaded my car. Had a delicious last meal at Shakerag and headed home. After recuperating physically and mentally for, oh let's say 25 days, I began again.
|compo B, yet to be decided|
I decided to begin anew with some of these parts.
I will spare you scrolling through the multiple arrangement pictures.
Here is where I am today.