A couple of months ago I, Lisa, went on a road trip with no agenda other than to travel as many two and single lane roads as possible. While passing through granite peaks of a mountain range, ominous clouds gathered overhead. They turned into an impressive storm with blinding bolts of lightning, giant stones of pounding hail and water drops the windshield wipers were barely able to clear. Quickly driving down the winding road to get out from under the storm, on the other side of the waterfall of rain, I saw fields soaked and illuminated, reflecting the charged colors of a freshly washed landscape.

 

I saw fields soaked and illuminated, reflecting the charged colors of a freshly washed landscape.

 

There are so many moments like this, where we know our individual observations will influence our artwork for some time. Usually what was seen or felt will somehow gestate in both our minds, eventually making their way into a composition months or maybe years later. In the case of this latest fiber ‘painting’, the memory couldn’t wait to come out. As is typical, I started a fiber painting with a shade of blue at top and a swatch of green fabric at the bottom. Over that, Lori added and stitched a few more colors that implied hills. As we took turns building on the work, that memorable storm started developing right before our eyes. Many layers later I was seeing the rainfall and those brilliant fields all over again. Watching a single composition emerge through the work of two sets of hands, while working silently with our separate experiences and interpretations, is an amazing and dynamic aspect of the art that we’re always excited to explore.

 

Watching a single composition emerge through the work of two sets of hands, while working silently with our separate experiences and interpretations, is an amazing and dynamic aspect of the art that we’re always excited to explore.

 

Above: Passing Storm, Fiber, 26 x 34″ Framed

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