Showing posts with label cross stitch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cross stitch. Show all posts

17 October 2010

summer project



Two pages from the 'Who Am I?" summer project I was set before the course started last week. I looked at schoolgirl samplers, mainly from Ackworth School, which seemed suitable as I was returning to "school". I was interested in the lack of identity displayed in the samplers. Often they only give a name and birthday and feature initials and motifs of birds, flowers and houses. I chose some of these to give clues about myself without giving much away.

5 September 2010

sewn photographs (lips)



Here I liked the play between the stitching looking like lipstick and sealing the mouths shut. I was referring to womens' historical lack of voice (politically and socially) and aphonia (loss of speech) due to hysteria, as described in Freud's case of 'Dora'. I was also reading about the psychological states of mind of women conforming to social demands (here illustrated by wearing lipstick) and how the apparent conformist act of embroidery helped them find ways to rebel.

Do Not Forget


This becomes a reference to Freudian repression, but also to 'women's work' -unseen and forgotten. It's an instruction, something to carry about on a handkerchief, but it doesn't say what it is you shouldn't forget. It also reminds you of tying a knot in a handkerchief corner in order to remember and it is reminiscent of 19th Century entreaties not to forget someone after their death.

Her Anxiety


This was inspired by the Yeats poem of the same name. I read that his mother suffered from depression and he thought he'd inherited a similar condition from her. I also wanted to remember the original function of a handkerchief being to wipe away tears.

Exemplary


This piece is based on ideas of instruction through 19th Century samplers. I was thinking about children (young girls mainly) being prepared for adulthood with sewing skills, for employment or marriage.

untitled, dress




This was inspired by a recent family discovery of an aunt who died in infancy. I became interested in an idea of the similar dual states of infancy and old age; she died as an infant, but I'd know her know as an old woman. An alphabet of illnesses seemed an unsuitable thing to learn as a child and reminds us of alphabets learnt as a child. I also like the way some of them sound like girls' names. With thanks to Andy Ho.