Tangled Stitch

Hi!  It's been a really long time hence the title.  A lot has changed since we've last met.  I have a job.  I'm a server at my local Cracker Barrel and I love it!  Love the people I work with, the guests I interact with and love being able to pay my bills.  I've also recently begun embroidering a bit more.  I'm still pursuing my art but on an admittedly slower basis and still a member of Valley Artisans Market. I don't know if this blog post is a new beginning or just a check in.  I guess we'll have to wait and see.  I take it one day at a time and try to keep moving forward.  I've been working on Gutted quite a bit.  I started it in 2013 but I've really been getting into it now that I'm a little less Gutted myself. I still find embroidery to be the fastest way to find peace.  I guess if I have a message for this post its just to keep on stitching.  Your whole world can be coming apart at the seams but if you just ...

I've been working but not enough and my head is still a little scrambly and tangled so nothing insightful to say.  Feeling stronger every day and finding that the zen of knitting and crocheting is slightly easier and more creative than embroidering at the moment.  I'm still moving towards my dreams but on days like today feels like I'm going at a snail's pace.  Well perhaps a turtle, and tomorrow who knows maybe a hare.  I'm just checking in.  I did make a scarf and I'm making a bag so perhaps pictures and a little story will come tomorrow!  Have fun be strong!

This piece is my first art piece made in 1997.  It was the first piece I made where I considered myself an artist and not just a crafter.  I am revisiting this piece and adding some background to it  at the moment. It came to me as a vision the first day I worked at Valley Artisans Market on the way home.  It was hope for a wonderful new opportunity and a new beginning.  It was also the first piece of art that I actually experienced pain in making.  The blackness went on for months and the small hand in the middle represented the hand waiting to grab me out of the blackness. I guess I am revisiting this piece because at the moment I am in need of a symbol of moving forward.  I wrote an entire blog post talking about the situation I find myself in now, but it is a rehash of the last few months of blog posts so we will leave it with the hope for a wonderful new opportunity and the hope for a new beginning.  I am at least ready to admit that wh...