“Contrary to what we may have been taught to think, unnecessary and unchosen suffering wounds us but need not scar us for life. It does mark us. What we allow the mark of our suffering to become is in our own hands.” — bell hooks
Let's just say I'm working on that - the part where it's in my own hands. As much as the concerns of the world hung over my making in the studio these past few weeks I've had this equally weighted interior process going on around what we allow the mark of our suffering to become. In the good way. In the way where you let go of some big old stuff and then stand around blinking for a while wondering: is this still the same planet? It feels like everything changed. It feels like unknown wonderful things are possible, if we let those marks guide us rather than try to hide them.
But mostly what you need to know is, I made this vest.
Ceremonial Soil: vest of redemption. Long, dramatic and powerful mud brown vest (or milk chocolate, if you prefer – they both deserve a ceremony) with a graceful curved shape, raw frayed seams (they are reinforced, no worries), and a rather formal collar with sort of a nature-like change of progressive decay that works around it - one side is refined, then as it comes around your neck there are tender hand-stitched folds that open into raw frayed layers, all accented with a patch of red hand-stitching.
particulars: • rough size: very flexible, I'd say it will fit from Large up through 3X if the length works for you. I'm about a 2X and it fits me well. • actual measurements: 60 inch bust (at low armpit holes), at hips 82, length is 37 to 51
• fabric: 100% linen, medium/heavy weight, dyed with professional colorfast dyes, sewn with a mix of finished and exposed serged seams • care: machine wash in cold, machine dry • hand made by me in my studio — one of a kind