The Very First Loves: Putting the Text in Textile
I'm thinking about poetry. And about books. And about text. And thinking about how this love affair was really the launching point for my own creative work so many years ago. How poetry was my first creative love. How I was 14-years-old and scrawling poems in my notebook while hiding out in my bedroom or under the shade of the giant birch tree in the backyard.
And how sewing was a close second love. Not necessarily the horrid sweatshirt I made in 8th grade Home Economics class but the dresses I started making when I was a senior in high school. And how, in so many ways, I'm still making that same dress today. And we have to honor the first loves, the first passions, the first whims of artistry and creativity in our selves and in the children in our lives. Well, because, we just never know.
And so poetry is making its way back into my work once again--I'm not certain it ever really left but it feels like it's taken a backseat of sorts. But very recently I had my friend, Jen Hewett, print these poems for me on linen with gray ink. And she made some labels for me while she was at it. These two short poems are adapted from my very first poetry manuscript--still lingering in my computer files long after submitting my thesis and finishing graduate school where that manuscript began. Maybe someday.
These poems are shorter versions of poems that appear in that collection. But instead of being tucked into computer files and printed pages, these poems will be tucked into hems and pockets of future handmade clothing. Offering a bit of text to the textile work in my studio or to the text/ile, if you will. A way to say, "Hello, old friend. I haven't forgotten you, I've just taken the scenic route again."