SLOWCIAL CONNECTION
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stitching red dots
Ancestral scroll project: stitching red dots for each of my maternal aunts, my maternal uncle and my mother. My grandmother Gurbachan Kaur had four children.
By stitching red dots I'm making connections. Seeing patterns. How history repeats across generations and continents.
My scroll process is inspired by many folks, over a long while. Most recently artist and elder-sister @carole.shearman and Portuguese artist @alexcastroferreira7770 whose process/work inspires me endlessly. Thank you 🙏🏽
Ancestral scroll project: stitching red dots for each of my maternal aunts, my maternal uncle and my mother. My grandmother Gurbachan Kaur had four children.
By stitching red dots I'm making connections. Seeing patterns. How history repeats across generations and continents.
My scroll process is inspired by many folks, over a long while. Most recently artist and elder-sister @carole.shearman and Portuguese artist @alexcastroferreira7770 whose process/work inspires me endlessly. Thank you 🙏🏽
Eco-dying micro-bundle fabric scraps for scroll-making
Eco-dying micro-bundle fabric scraps for scroll-making: love this process. Weirdly I've never drunk tea but give me a tea bag and I'll splodge it all over fabric or paper. It's so simple yet I've struggled with eco-dying fabric and letting go.
It's so unpredictable, very messy (when I do it), totally experimental and you'll never know what you'll get. In my head I've an idea of what I want to create and the tea and the rust and the turmeric have other ideas. I have to thank them, they're my wise teachers 🙏🏽 I've learned to love all my little pieces of dyed fabric and how alchemy occurs when they're put together and stitched. Bit like stitching fragments of writing together.
On sources/inspiration: After my brain injury and post-concussion syndrome in 2022, I turned to making when writing felt too hard (most of the time) and learnt lots of new creative making practices, mainly from youtube folks. I've lost track of original sources of inspiration 🤦🏽♀️. Acknowledging here that my practices are built on the legacy of many creative folks to whom I'm very grateful for their sharing freely. I reckon my ancestoral women eco-dyed too...
Eco-dying micro-bundle fabric scraps for scroll-making: love this process. Weirdly I've never drunk tea but give me a tea bag and I'll splodge it all over fabric or paper. It's so simple yet I've struggled with eco-dying fabric and letting go.
It's so unpredictable, very messy (when I do it), totally experimental and you'll never know what you'll get. In my head I've an idea of what I want to create and the tea and the rust and the turmeric have other ideas. I have to thank them, they're my wise teachers 🙏🏽 I've learned to love all my little pieces of dyed fabric and how alchemy occurs when they're put together and stitched. Bit like stitching fragments of writing together.
On sources/inspiration: After my brain injury and post-concussion syndrome in 2022, I turned to making when writing felt too hard (most of the time) and learnt lots of new creative making practices, mainly from youtube folks. I've lost track of original sources of inspiration 🤦🏽♀️. Acknowledging here that my practices are built on the legacy of many creative folks to whom I'm very grateful for their sharing freely. I reckon my ancestoral women eco-dyed too...
slow stitched scroll project
Remembering my Mum and my maternal Grandmother. Stitching a story and connecting ancestral threads. A spark of me was inside my mother when my mother was inside her mother. My Mum taught me to stitch when I was little.
I'm making an ancestral slowstitched scroll inspired by an essay I wrote called 'Lost Birds', which I wrote a few weeks after she passed on four years ago yesterday. My own writing haunts me. A reminder that some works are never finished. Need multiple iterations to reveal layers, more stories and secrets. I'm grateful for different methodologies. Stitching is a language.
Remembering my Mum and my maternal Grandmother. Stitching a story and connecting ancestral threads. A spark of me was inside my mother when my mother was inside her mother. My Mum taught me to stitch when I was little.
I'm making an ancestral slowstitched scroll inspired by an essay I wrote called 'Lost Birds', which I wrote a few weeks after she passed on four years ago yesterday. My own writing haunts me. A reminder that some works are never finished. Need multiple iterations to reveal layers, more stories and secrets. I'm grateful for different methodologies. Stitching is a language.