By now I have a gzillion white linens that people have sent me. I can’t seem to say no to them, even though I’m not sure how I’ll ever use them all. But, when there are so many, they become less precious and with that comes a certain amount of freedom. Freedom to take chances, freedom to make mistakes.
I guess because I used some of them in the quilt I’m making, they were on my mind (and maybe also because they are strewn throughout the house and my studio, they really are everywhere I look). So this morning I picked up one of the plain white linen napkins and pulled a black marker from the can next to my desk and started to draw. A small table, a donkey, a window, a girl, a tree. In my can was also a pink and yellow highlighter marker, so I started to color the hearts and moon and the girls dress. Then I did another drawing. Then I did a My Brain is Bad on a linen napkin. I like the juxtaposition between the Bad Brain and the elegant white linen.
And then… In my mind, I saw a warrior woman on the back of a horse. I rummaged through one of my many boxes of embroidered and plain white linens and chose this really big oval one with blue and orange embroidered flowers around the edges. All that white space in the middle cried out to be filled. First I folded it in half thinking it was just too big, but I couldn’t imagine the image fitting into the smaller space. So I opened it up and started drawing. When the black lines were done, I went in the house and got the rest of my colored highlighters and gave her and the horse some color.
Lightening bolts and sparks flying from her fingertips, of course her horse is pink. The moon and stars came last, witness’ to her power.
I think the marker works perfectly with the embroidered linen. Mediums from two different times. Moving back and forth between the past and present, the immediacy of the drawing compared to the labor intensive hand work on the linen.
I think I’m on to something new here.