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There are no fixed rules, and I don’t always do it this way, but
I usually begin a drawing by laying out a selection of a hundred
or more patterned scraps, whatever appeals to me at that very
moment, from boxes of hundreds of fragments of fabric, cut
out before & during my work on each drawing, each scrap with
fusible, an archival heat-sensitive adhesive, attached to its back
— on a makeshift 4’ x 8’ table set up for the occasion.
It takes hours or even days of manipulating the scraps on
another table covered with silicon release paper to rough out a
figure or figures or partial figures or a head. Very often I must
look through my boxes of prepared scraps to find something else
or even cut new pieces from one of hundreds of fabrics I store in
labeled boxes as well as in my head. |
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When I’ve taken the figure or figures or head as far as
I can and it still interests me, I use an iron to fuse the
scraps together. Then from among my boxes of fabrics,
variously categorized, I look for a fabric to use as a
ground. The ground itself may need substantial changes
as the drawing progresses.
To provide weight & substance for all the sewing to come,
I first fasten the ground fabric to raw canvas or linen with
more fusible, then fuse the roughed-out imagery to the
fabric-canvas ground. At this point and even immediately
afterwards, when I sew around each scrap to hold it
in place so that I can wad it up to fit under the sewing
machine without all the little bits falling off, my drawings
could be regarded as pure collage. |
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But this is only the beginning of a long process
of sewing-into. Sewing/drawing is the essential
transformative agent, an uncanny truth-teller. I stitch
into the scraps and the ground with either a Consew
2033R or a 2053R industrial zig-zag sewing machine,
using free-motion embroidery to draw lines and lay in
areas of solid or scumbled color. By this means alone, I
create transitions, unify disparate elements, carve out
space, model form, and otherwise meld the variously
patterned parts into a compelling whole. My sewn
drawings and sewn books are artifacts of this process. |
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| Because I make decisions on the fly, my eyes in shatterproof close-
work glasses six inches from the needle, I start and stop sewing many
times during an hour. I sew a little, cut the threads, look at what I’ve
done, sew a little more, cut the threads, sew some more, stop and look
again, cut the threads, change thread color and possibly also bobbin
color, resume sewing, and so on. Each separate sewn passage has a long
thread at the beginning and another hanging off the end of it, as well as
a set of bobbin threads on the back of the work. After an hour of sewing,
so many threads are hanging off the surface of the drawing that I can no
longer see what I am doing and have to stop sewing. It takes about an
hour, using a needle, forceps, and jeweler’s pliers, to draw the threads
back one by one. It takes another hour, again using forceps, to tie the
threads off and then to trim the excess with thread snips. Although
drawing the threads back and tying them off is contemplative time for
me, I work as fast as I can. |
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Things have to be neat front and back because I never know
when revisions will require the undoing of large or small parts
of a drawing. I can’t pick out the stitches if I don’t know where
they are. My sewn drawings and sewn books take so long to
make because I usually don’t know what they are going to
look like until they are well under way, and even when I do,
there are surprises until almost the end. But all I have to know
is what to do next. The process does all the heavy lifting. I
don’t have to imagine anything, just pay attention to what is
happening under my hands and respond to it. |
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| I have over seventy boxes of fabrics. At first I put
them on shelves and shoved them under tables. When
I ran out of room, I began stacking them up. I rarely
buy more than a yard at a time, but I am always
looking, in discount fabric stores, quilters’ catalogues,
on the street, and in used clothing stores. Friends
and acquaintances give me fabric, trim, and buttons.
Sometimes I think that I should write on my forehead:
STOP ME BEFORE I BUY MORE FABRIC! But sometimes
I think that I should write STOP ME BEFORE I BUY
MORE THREAD! |
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I look for and buy fabric everywhere I go, but since I live in
New York City, I do most of my looking and buying locally,
sometimes on the Lower East Side, Broadway below Canal,
or in Queens or Brooklyn, but usually in what remains of the
Garment District, from 40th Street down to 36th St., between
7th and 8th Avenues. I buy thread at Sil on 38th St.
(threadus.com / Sil Thread Inc ) and at Steinlauf & Stoller
on 39th St. (www.steinlaufandstoller.com) which also sells
everything else a sewer might need. The kind people at
S & S know who I am and what I do, but otherwise, I’m in
stealth mode—not on purpose, but just because most people
who buy thread, fabric, buttons, trim, sewing machine oil, and
so forth, are not making art out of it. |
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Even though there are hundreds of spools and cones in my thread
storage unit, I never have enough thread. There’s always a
particular green or brown or red in a fabric that I can’t find a match
for or cones of an uncanny yellow and a sublime blue-green that I
discover in a bargain box, leftovers from a defunct garment factory.
I even have some thread on wooden spools from my mother’s
sewing box, still perfectly good after all these years. At first I put up
racks to hold my spools of thread and kept my cones in a cardboard
box. But I gradually ran out of room. So I designed a big thread
storage unit and had it built. It’s already more than half full. |
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