I found a scrap of paper in a pile of scraps of paper, with a red pen drawing of a girl over squiggly pencil lines. The words: written in marker stitched over image, next to it. Good idea I thought, guess that’s why I made a note of it.
That morning (a few days ago) the words, When things started to get back to normal, kept running through my head. So in my studio I pulled out one of my white linen napkins from my massive pile and a marker and started to write. The words poured out and I put the piece aside.
Yesterday when was looking for a picture for my blog, I came across one of the drawings I did while Jon was in the hospital. It had a girl standing upside down on a book. It seemed just right for the words. So this morning when I got in my studio, I had an idea of what I wanted to do. My first version got messed up when I stitched the girls eye over a tiny fray in the napkin and the thread wouldn’t hold. So it was either start again or have a one eyed girl. On the second version (this one) I changed the words a bit and got the girl right. For me the tree was grounding and “normal”. I saw it as a part of the piece even before I knew there would be a girl. Then some of those hearts that hung off the IV lines in the Hospital Drawings. A heart tree.
My decisions about what to stitch and what to draw with marker are completely intuitive. I stared at the linen napkin until I saw what it was supposed to look like.
I’ll probably sell this piece eventually. I have to find a way to finish the edge. But I have found that I like looking at the three of these Linen Napkin Notebook pieces together. I feel like they’re forming a story. Or maybe each one is its own story. I’m not sure what it is, but something makes me want to hang onto them for a little while.
It was when things started to get back to normal
that she realized that normal
isn’t static. It undulates like
the Battenkill where she normally
would be spending these Summer
Hot July afternoons (floating down it with her lover) if
things were normal.