History. Herstory. Ourstory.
Driving out to our friend's cabin a few weeks ago, we are awestruck by the farmer's fields on our right. Waves and rows of glorious colour and texture. Flax and other offerings spill against deep chocolate brown prairie soil. Summer greens, earth tones, wild flowers, flowering weeds. I don't have my camera with me and yet I want to find a way to preserve this moment, this magnificent vision, this gift of nature, my love's labour found.
Row by row, garter stitch upon stitch. Colour and texture blend together and it is exciting to see things take shape so quickly. Expressions. Feelings. Emotions. Memory. Love. The smell of sweet grass. And straw.
Different weights of yarn, sewing thread, embroidery thread, cotton thread from Ireland. If you look closely, you'll see a bit of green and brown plaid fabric, an oblong piece of worn leather. As well as dried flowers / weeds / plants sewn right in there and there. All carefully and sometimes painstakingly placed to give a three dimensional effect.
How to finish it off .... a frame made out of barn board? What about that old wooden window frame...rusted metal hooks, worm holes and all?
I pull some sticks out from my collection. Lay them out on the table. Aim for that rickety old-school rustic wood bleached from the sun effect. Careful not to let them fall apart, I bind them together with bits of yarn and thread.
At the top of the piece, slightly larger sticks are used to balance things. Wrapping threads around and around tight helps to keep the sticks in place. Finally the upper fence begins to take shape. I close the gap, a balancing act. I must pull while holding it together with my other hand, field and sticks pull together tighter still. I add more sticks, and sew and pull the strands of yarn and threads. Despite the raging cramps in my hands, it works !
Hanging on our living room wall. A work of art made in honour of our first wedding anniversary a few short weeks away. A reminder of the growth and boundless love in our relationship, the strength of character we treasure in each other. All the colours and textures that we are right where we live and love together, in Jacob's field.