On the right are pieces of dark cloth stitched with white crosses. My niece Sarah made them last year as a way to meditate and heal. Sarah died in January and left these hand stitched pieces to me. Although I knew she was stitching, I didn't know that she had made so many. She also made the red and white stitching.
"I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the soul" Walt Whitman
(((Judy))) your powerful & poignant work goes deep into the very heart of the matter of being human in our beautiful broken world
ReplyDeleteLove you Mo xxx
DeleteOh Judy, what a beautiful gift from Sarah. A visible reminder of the loving bond you shared.
ReplyDeleteI am overwhelmed. I really am xo
DeleteThe way these all work together...so powerful. I'd love to know more about the Louise Bourgeois text that you started so long ago. The inspiration, the reasons for whatever is undeserved...like that. This is so filled with heart and longing to me Judy. xo
ReplyDeleteI came across the Louise Bourgeois text in a collection of her writings. It was repeated sentences that expressed her own self doubt as an artist. The writing resonated so much with me, this must have been 2010 or so.
DeleteSo I started to embroider the full text into a large damask tablecloth. But could not finish, although every time I pulled it out to look at, I was still moved. So a month ago, I ripped the tablecloth and left only the beginnings of Louise sentences. This makes the I do not deserve text more universal and also gives the words the possibilities of many meanings. Often I will mutter to myself that “I do not deserve to be in pain” or “I do not deserve to be loved like this”... surely opposite meanings, right?
Yes, this particular pin wall arrangement is filled with heart and longing. Thank you for recognizing and for telling me that you have done so xxoo I