How to memorialize your little nephew Hans, all grown up and cracking hippie heads?
This is how.
I'm not mocking riot cops, here, mind you. I'm not praising them, either. I was in a riot, once, in Paris in 1998, and it wasn't fun. I hadn't intended to be in a riot and I did not like the dudes with the masks and the sticks. But this piece isn't about the politics of dissent or peaceful demonstrations gone wrong. It is just about the image.
I found this crazy sign on a website somewhere while researching hazard symbols and fell in love...
Stitched it up on this fabric that, to me, looks the the wallpaper of sweet, alcoholic Aunt Hortense (not a real person)...
And this is what I got.
Satin stich is hard! I used it for the outline of the face mask and I need more practice. I really, REALLY love the spiderweb wheel (a.k.a woven circle) stitch that I used for the face mask bolt. I want to use this stitch all of the time, now. I stitched a decorative border around Hans with fern stitch, which I also really enjoy.
Today I had my fiber arts group, String Thing, in the morning, and then crafting with Juline and Katherine later this afternoon. Yippee! I have a kernel of an idea for a little project that I may feature in the etsy shop I share with Juline (that I've been neglecting horribly.) We'll see if these dark little objects make it from my mind and sketchbook into reality. And whether they are worthy of putting up for sale.
Ah, Hans... what a cold, hard hunk you are...