I was thinking about how, for the past year or so I’ve been using hearts in my work. There was a point in my life where I wouldn’t have dreamed of using, what I thought of as, a cliche. But the symbol of the heart is a cliche for a reason, because it works so well, in conveying the expression of love.
I was also thinking of Valentines Day, a holiday I used to dismiss as excessive and meaningless, but now see as probably the most important of holidays. After all, it’s a holiday about love and what’s more important than that.
So last night I was thinking of the very simple and powerful symbol of the heart and of my potholders. I kept thinking, texture and bulk. This morning in my studio, this is what happened. I reached into my garbage pail of fabric scraps and picking through them placed them in a heap on a piece of black and white checkered fabric. Then I stitched a heart over the scraps, pushing the loose ends down as worked. I took my small scissors and cut around the mess of scraps following the stitching, creating the heart shape.
Unsure, I took it into the house to see what Jon thought. He scooped it up and started taking pictures of it and posted it on his blog. So here it is, in it’s first experimental stage, a heart pieced together with scraps to makes a whole. Let me know what you think.