Work in progress. ‘Wildness Call Forth The Night’
Today I stitched page two. It felt different. The needle pierced the paper as if it were my skin. Paper thin skin.
For paper, it’s actually quite thick and the eruption of paper on the underside quite violent as the needle breaks the surface. As skin – an extension of – the needle and ink tells a story.
The poem takes much longer to sew than it did to write. The rhythm of the thread is quite different to the rhythm of the words and is often interrupted. The thread becomes twisted, twilled, thin, taught, loose, two lines of it spinning out of sync.
As it (thread) runs through the paper, time after time the paper works upon it, abrasive. It is threaded back and forth between the face of the page and the underside, just like my mind dips down into the subconscious and back to the surface where the words appear. The vibration of the thread on paper passes through my fingertips and my arms swim about the paper creating angles and arcs to accommodate its two dimensionality. I am more conscious this time of the creases that wrinkle the page under pressure as the working begins to wear the materials.
I completed the first page on the 5th February at the CAS artists retreat.
I woke earlier than some of the others. It was very wintery cold and sunny. I sat in the dining room and it was very quiet, no sound of cars, machines, appliances or even people. There was a log burner against the wall creating orange hot embers and leaping flames. The table was clear and I sat and sewed.
That weekend, stitching page one was meditative and calming. I carefully cut out the lines and arranged them speculatively, loose on the paper. I was conscious of a slowing down, of taking the time to sew words as an act of taking the time. The lines were orderly and smooth.
I’d got a crick in my neck and the night before as I sat sideways on my bed and threaded the needle through to the underside avoiding the jolt of hitting a table. I established a method and a rhythm which no soon as made, changed and evolved as new impulses started and stopped, and connections and lines appeared on the underside.
To be continued…