When Spring arrives, my thoughts turn more and more to the colors outside, rather than the deep memory colors from midwinter.
The sun, the spring flowers, the new growth, all call me.
The need to reproduce the color is visceral.
I primarily work with acid dyes, because they give me the rich deep color in the cloth that I like. They work only on protein fibers, like wool and silk.
I use wool most of the time, because it is not reflective and it gives deeper color.
But on this day, I chose silk, just for its bright, reflective qualities.
When it is in the half way point it talks to me with so many possibilities. Some of these will be deeper yellow, others will have shapes or forms embedded into them, with shades of green, or violet, or the beautiful browns of newly overturned soil.
There are many steps in the process from start to finish. This is a metaphor for everything I create, from art to an organized house.
There is always chaos and there is always order that comes from it.
