Cloud Is A Whisper

A few weeks ago Kathleen sent me two small  bags of colorful wooden buttons.

Jon and I emptied the bags onto the dining room table and played with the buttons arranging them until Jon made a tree.

Jon’s tree inspired me to use the buttons in a fiber painting of a tree.

Then one night as I was falling asleep, some words came to me that felt like they were a part of the tree.  They were:   Cloud is a whisper high above tree that tells a story of who we can be. 

I loved the way the buttons looked on the dining room table and knew I had a piece of fabric, that I got in India, the same color.

I wanted the clouds to be soft and whispy so I tore the white and blue fabric into strips and basted them onto the backing then stitched them down with my free-motion sewing machine.

Then I found the piece of fabric to use for the tree. I always find it interesting how when I find the “right” piece of fabric, there is no doubt in my mind about it.  I chose a long thin piece of velour with a flower print on it.

I pinned the tree up to get a feel for what it would look like.  But it’s much too big.  I have this habit of filling in a space when I’m working.  The buttons get lost on this tree.  But I do like the way it looks and feels, I just need less of it.