|child-photographer, the best.|
|bedroom photo shoot.|
|An example of a FILET pattern.|
|Bead leafs that surround caplet|
Second, (and this is only as I've listened to my friend Donna discuss Occupational Therapy) is concerning the very concept and import of occupations--things that we do with our hands, repetitively and carefully. As our lives are more and more mechanized and digitized, how is it that we fail to perform the very essential hand-eye functions that make us higher beings? Donna was explaining to me that the origin of Occupational Therapy was from work that was practiced with vets as they returned home from wartime and were suffering from stress. Almost everything I make, I make with renewed vigor, embracing its utilitarian, and spiritual function. My heart literally hurts for the many people who don't or can't do anything with their hands. We're losing such a potent part of occupying this planet. my heart also hurts for those who make things with great detail under strict work codes, with great boredom and awful work setting.
The third thing I consider in my process is message. Simply writing and thinking about the decline of occupational work makes me frustrated and mad and passionate. I have a strong opinion on just about everything. As 2015 washes in, just as chaotic as 2014, I'd rather not tuck into my suburban home and go to sleep, quietly knitting until my kids go to school, then get old and die. I'm always trying to figure out how to make my mark on the greater world. I'm not much of a politician, nor even an activist I wish I was, but I believe that my comments, questions, conversation, and collected wit and wisdom offer a tremendous gift to anyone who comes into contact with me (yeah, I know, I like myself that much).
So the capelet is finished, and I've been thinking quite a lot about what I'd like to do next, in Filet in the way of message, after all, a lavender cape just isn't very risky. When I began FILET it occurred to me that if I mastered the style I could quite easily print designs of my choice into the grid. Really, anything that fits onto a graph paper. I've been brainstorming words for the better part of a month and I've finally stumbled upon a simple phrase but I sorta like how it's as rambunctious as it wants to be.
|Sexy Jock: iteration #1|
|Beginning work on stem green wraparound skirt|
|Today's progress: we'll nail this thing.|