Last week's bowl of apricots was a warm-up exercise, made for no particular purpose. I had lunch with my friend June and she asked what I was working on. I told her about that piece and whined a little that I am in some kind of rut, making bowls of this or that. She pointed out that they must mean something to me and perhaps I should explore the idea further, rather than fighting it. She is so smart. I do like bowls, cups, containers. I like real ones and I like the shapes and the metaphorical possibilities of full or empty vessels. Inspired by my little collection of Chinese tea cups, I started making cups today. Here's the beginning of one.
This is fused. At this point I use either paint or pastel pencil to add shading and dimension. The other day it occurred to me that, though I have a nice variety of media to use on my fabrics, I had not tried good old crayola crayons. I remember my Mom showing me how to color on fabrics, then put a piece of paper over the top and iron to set the color and melt the wax into the paper. They were amazingly colorful and permanent. I used them on tea towels or doll clothes or even tee shirts as a kid.
I decided this one needed a little border like you sometimes see on these cups.
These are not attached to the backgrounds you see and look a little wonkier than they actually are because they are not laying perfectly flat. I think I'll make more of these, then decide how to put them all together.