Thursday, July 15, 2010
Marry a Doctor
This is piece number 2 in the Mother series. At first, the series was to be named Save Nothing, followed by series numbers, but I just realized that each of these should be given their own name.
Now, my mother never told me to marry a doctor, but I'm thinking that she hoped I would. And, actually, I've married someone who has a doctorate degree in engineering. So there.
This piece contains part of an envelope addressed by an old beau. The diary entry is an enlarged photocopy. I carved the dress stamp as my mother was quite the seamstress a while back. I do think I came across a diary entry stating that she was staying home one evening to work on her red dress. That brown paper bag with the stamped houses was a result of playing with those bags I got from the arts festival. The red and white "buttons" on the bottom are from some Japanese wrapping paper my husband brought home from a conference.
I'm pretty sure my mother read the blog entry where I talked about her and other private family matters. I detected a certain iciness in her voice when I mentioned by blog after that. But I'm not going to use any diary entry that is too personal, nor will I attempt to do anything to insult my mother. But this is what I want to create now.
So, I'm off to the sweltering attic to resume working. I have two new pieces in the works. Looks like I might be putting off working "on board" for now. I'm having too much fun with this. And, I'll need to do some Etsy shopping for buttons. That's always fun.
This piece is available on Etsy.
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4 comments:
Thanks for commenting on my blog the other day. I really like this new work you are producing.
By the way, I was poking around on Amazon a couple of weeks ago, browsing art quilt books, and YOU came up on the bottom as an ad!
This series is really grabbing my attention. I'm enjoying the art as well as reading about the process and the interesting snippets.
I'm new to your blog, I like these collage pieces and I like the story that goes with the pieces, where they came from. . . I think collage is one of the hardest things to do!
genius title!
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