As a neighbor’s daughter was getting ready to go out to a party, she asked me if I would some time show her how to hem up the pants she was wearing. It brought back memories of Home Economics classes that all of the girls took back when those grades in school were called Junior High. (The boys took Shop class, and it never would have occurred to us to even consider to learn any of the information the other group was learning.) I’ve hemmed up many pairs of pants and skirts over the years, as until I began taking Egoscue exercise classes, my left leg was 1 1 /2″ ( 3.75cm) shorter than the other. (That’s no longer the case, now that my back is straighter). I then began to look at how woman’s sewing, while having the practical use of taking care of her family’s needs, was a metaphor of traditional women’s work of mending up what life often unraveled.
I know for myself, there have been many hours where I have poured myself into my intensively beaded art quilts when my life seemed as if it was falling apart. Through men leaving me, betrayals, family crises, and the other upheavals that come along with living, I’ve found that hours of beading and sewing, sewing and beading have gotten me through a number of life’s downfalls. It appears as if other women have turned to sewing, too, when faced with turmoil. Mourning quilts were often a way a community came together to help comfort a family where there was a loss. The previous link tells of a poignant recounting of where a baby had died along the trail as a wagon train moved westward. Having no wood to make a coffin, the baby was buried in a quilt that the other women quickly made out of precious fabric they had been taking to their new homes, wherever that might be.
During Victorian times, the craft of hair art developed. Originally it developed to preserve a locket of hair from a deceased loved one, usually from a child or someone who died young. The art form developed into quite elaborate weavings, some times as a pin, sometimes as a locket or bracelet. On the link above, there were calls for artists, as people were wanting to have memorial art made, so I imagine that there are still some people that would like to have their loved one remembered with a visual reminder of the delicate life that had passed.
When I first began art quilting professionally back in the early 80s, the genre was still looked on as “women’s work”, and as such, it was very hard to get into “serious” art exhibits. Now the medium is recognized, collected, and has international exhibits of their own. As elaborate as my pieces have become, they still had their humble beginnings in learning how to make hem and aprons back in Home Ec class so very many years ago.
How did you begin your artistic medium? Did you learn it in art school, or did it have more humble beginnings?
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