Daily Draw January 12th, 2012
I often talk to other creative people about cycles and waves in artwork. There is nothing like the euphoria of finishing a piece of needlework, sewing, handmade book, drawing, or jewellery. Conversely, there is nothing quite like the dead feeling of a dry spell, it sucks the life from you for a time.
I put on earrings yesterday that were the first pieces of jewellery I made, and they hold up design-wise and are lovely to wear. I have three holes for earrings, and I like the asymmetry because I can take a pair of earrings and make it a trio with anything I want for that day. It’s that random mix of disparate things that I like, just like with cards and books.
In a dry spell, I tend to focus on unfinished work or the pictures locked in my mind that have never made it to concrete form. Then a few months ago when I reconnected to an online friend, I realized while sending her updates that I HAD completed many things.
This month is my ten-year anniversary of discovering tarot, and I started to sell tarot bags ten years ago, although I no longer sell them. I was thinking fondly of all the lush bags I have made over the years. I sold about 70 and made others that I either own myself or have gifted; I won’t sift through the minutiae of data to find out exactly. I’m an embellishment person so they all had things like miniature patchwork, appliqué, silk ribbon, embroidery with silk and cotton thread, hand dyed fabric and thread, hand painting, charms, gravestone rubbings, printed photographs, beads and extras on the drawstrings. Some had small coordinating bits of appliqué and embroidery on the reverse of the bag too for a surprise. The little stories, the flash of colour, the richness of texture and textile, I get such a kick from that.
I thought it would be fun to do several montages of tarot bags I have designed and made throughout the years, although this is not my total output. The hours I devoted to these bags adds up as each one took at least seven hours to create and one hand-painted one took me 20 hours. I’m not labelling these or explaining them, it’s all about the rush of colour, the pleasure of the eye. Let’s have some visual candy in celebration of accomplishment and creativity and the discovery of the cards that opened the world to me.
It’s a staggering amount of work to look back, and I am now like a steam engine, getting up a head of steam for the fresh start and the new journey.
Are you ready for a blast of colour?
Cards are such fun aren’t they?