Poem Project – entry #19 Mending
Mending by Luci ShawHere I am, a needle in time, a sharpness glinting through some poor torn paisley of fabric, pulling the swift nerve of my suture behind me through invisibility, then flashing back out, eager for the next stitch and the next, a hopeful mending of what will never be a seamless garment. As the fabric of seasons shrinks, shreds again – fibers of old cloth wearing thin, needing to be rewoven – my failed needle waits for a spool of fresh, glowing thread, keeping itself steel bright and its point quick and its eye open for the next rip.
This poem was just a starting point for my picture. I appreciate Ms. Shaw’s poetic interpretation of the life work I try to do, going forth into every day putting the past and painful experiences behind me, looking to make each day as new, hopeful and fulfilling.
At the same time I was reading Luci Shaw’s book of poetry, I stumbled upon this fabric and the artist who designed it, Julie Paschkis. If I played around in the mediums she uses, I would want to create work similar to this – folksy, colorful, rounded and playful.
So as a contrast to the poem, I picture myself going out into the world with my flashing needle and glowing thread, trying to create the world I want to be in. Because frankly, I’m really not one to look backwards for ripped seams. Rather than sewing rough edges together, I’d rather apply a new patch of something I’ve discovered or been given along the way.