Scenes of Country Life, or Rural Pursuits Casket Finished!
Its been a whirlwind the past three years. I am a bit surprised that I was able to get this casket done...but on the other hand, as usual, stitching helped me through it. I started the interior in 2021, and thought it was an easy mark of planing it to be finished by the end of 2022. Then I got sick...was already a nervous wreck when dr told me I had a coconut size liposarcoma that needed to come out not next month or sometime in the future...how about the day after tomorrow? So things changed, and I couldn't stitch on it for a while. You have no brain capacity for anything at that moment...at least I didn't. Slowly as I got better and realized I wasn't on the expressway to the other side, I started stitching on it again. At first, stitching gave me something to concentrate on so my mind wouldn't think about other things. Then, stitching gave my mind ease in reflecting and thinking about ...well...all the stuff I didn't want to think about.There is a mine of information just waiting to be discovered about the effects of the sounds of a needle and thread moving through a fabric. Perhaps it is that, combined with the repetitive motions of stitching, moving the arms up and down, that relaxes the spirit? I don't know, but whatever it is, I like it. I need it.
I love how this casket came out. It is my Scenes of Country Life or Rural Pursuits casket, and it is everything I love about my childhood and then some.
It is stitched on dutchess silk satin, entirely in flat filament silks. There are five cartouches with scenes in them that remind me of special memories. I am on the front sitting on the shore fishing(she also represents my Mother), and in another, milking a cow. Growing up there was many a day spent fishing. Sometimes we were fishing for our supper, so we sat there till we caught something to eat, rain or shine. I never liked going out in the boat to go fishing because one, I always had to pee, sometimes before we even got to the 'spot' to fish...and two, if I sat on shore, I could sit and play in the dirt while fishing. Maybe that's where I first learned to multitask? ha
I learned to milk a cow at a little dairy farm in the first grade. I loved the sound of the milk hitting the can, and seeing the steam rise up from it. Can't stand to drink milk, but milk the cow, yes!
The surround holds flowers I know well~ my Mom always had the most beautiful iris and tulips in the yard~ I love red tulips and would always pick her a bunch for Mother's Day. She was always so happy that I picked them for her, and looking back on it now, probably secretly a little sad I had picked them. The frieze holds flowers and fruits that are special to me~ the turkey here is a nod to the turkeys I had here on our own farm. The central flower is a sunflower, Pip's favorite. Of course, we didn't have borage in northeast Washington...that is an homage to 17th stitchers
I loved stitching the swans
The interior is dressed in blush pink silk, with secret compartments to the lid and otherwise, with a special portrait that sits behind the mirror. I will be teaching a class this year on mirrored interiors that will include instructions for making the octagon design...
If you like the look of the padded silk interior and would like to make your own, my new class Puffed Silkes~ 17th C Inspired Padded Silk Interiors is now open for enrollment~ you can click on the header for the Online Academy at the top of the page, or here to learn more about it.
That is gorgeous. I love swans too. In my teens we lived on a salt pond -dammed with a sluce for the tides when the land was part of an estate. As the swans nests kept being washed out at the lunar high tides my father started building a pile of salt grass to get them started to get the nests high enough. (Partly in self defense -bumping into an aged and explosive swan egg isn't fun when rowing about the pond). One year the male got injured and disappeared and the female was left sitting on the nest getting hungrier and more bedraggled by the hour. My father ended up going out with scoups of corn in fresh water and feeding her until the babies hatched. When we were fishing in the rowboat that brood would fly about 10 feet over head. The down draft was something else!
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ReplyDeleteLOVE! LOVE! LOVE your box!! BTW.....your Great Grandpa Randall never owned a tractor. He worked the fields and logged with a Clydesdale/Percheron cross....Roanie. I know you remember me telling stories of how my cousin and I used to play tag between his legs and he'd let us swing on his tail between his back legs. Your Great Grandma used to have fits at us kids (we were about 3 years old or so) playing around the "plow horse"! lol LY Mom
ReplyDeleteLove your work Rachel goes to show that bark doesn’t really fall far from the tree. So glad you got all the good genes from both of us. Keep up the good work and make many more people as happy as we are of your GREAT work . LY, Pa
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