Then one day instead of drawing, Nancy reaches in her art box, pulls out all the contents, and arranges them on her blank page. For months I wonder how on earth to turn this into a part of the In Our Own Language series. I fiddle and ponder, wonder and sketch . . . then one afternoon the light bulb (finally) goes off.
I work a lot slower than Nancy.
Probably because I’m encumbered with words and caring what others think
and such.
Nancy arranges.
I stitch.
In Our Own Language 12
18.5″ x 33″
machine and hand stitched
thread, embroidery floss, and bits of fabric from my scrap bowl
Photos of Nancy taken by Mona Diethrick
i think that you are working very quickly. This piece is great.
It was fun . . . and something new for me.