Every day now seems to be one during which I'm deep into creating work for the upcoming Smithsonian Craft Show, but the work I'm making requires free-motion stitching or fusing material with my iron. These things are not the sort of artwork that I can easily do in the evenings while watching television with Steve. Handwork is needed. Therefore, I'm still enjoying my Found Object Mandala series.
This piece has a unique story or two. First, the quilt really wasn't a "quilt". It was just a gorgeous, hand-stitched block. It was so pretty that I didn't mind quilting it to a piece of batting and an old, damask napkin. I wondered if there were other blocks or whether this was all that ever got stitched. It doesn't matter. It got quilted ... by me!
The more sentimental story, however, is about the centerpiece. The pocket watch was donated to my stash by a lovely lady I've known for more than two decades. Our sons went to the same ballet school together. Her son is now living in Australia. Recently, she lost her husband of over fifty-years and decided to move to Australia to be near her son and his family. It is wonderful that she will have lots of time with her two grandchildren but also a bit sad that she can't just take everything she now has with her. Many things, including the pocket watch, found homes in my stash. I am honored to have such significant items for my mandalas.
(Above: Mandala CCXXIX as seen at an angle.)The watch didn't work ... so I didn't feel badly drilling four holes in the back of the case. Otherwise, it is stitched in place ... through holes in the pewter souvenir ... and holes along the rim of the porcelain dish. There really is a bit of engineering to these mandalas ... and there will be more things from my stash that just didn't get to travel of Australia.