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Thursday, February 14, 2013

i'm still here!

Happy fourteenth of February Two Thousand and thirteen 


last year ended with a heart and so this year begins with a heart...
i've been away, yes.  
issues have been coming up 
but hopefully things are on the mend.

I've been buzy...and I'll post again 
to share my stitches
over the weekend. 

so, if anyone still drops by here...
hello and thank you. 


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

when the stitcher is away

the gardener will play:

This is basically my vegetable garden.  It's an overview from my front porch.  I've been spending a lot of time cleaning up and getting things going.  These are "raised" beds, 4x4, using loosely the square foot garden principle. The hoops that you see are pvc pipes.  I use these to add shade with shade netting, soon to go up as it's been so hot or to add a little warmth with a cover crop fabric when things get chilly! I use clips to anchor the cloths.  It works quite nicely.

I will give you a little tour:

front and center two (four) beds: 
lots of kale, collards at various growing stages, thyme, sorrel, golden oregano, few different lettuce, and a mix for salads called ovation from johnny's seeds. 


the back section: more young transplants of kales, chard, and a huge lovage and sorrel patch...and my newly sown beans...i will reseed the beans several times alternating the spots so they grow at different stages.

next section which is a couple of 3x6 beds without the hoops is for tomatoes and my lettuce the first seedlings. i have some of my old favorite tomatoes and a new one for me...the seeds here come from territorial seeds, seeds savers exchange and a few other vendors.  and of course a garden visitor checking out things. 

this section is my newest where i have my warmer weather (much earlier this year vegetables): cucumbers (5) different ones which are being chewed on. seeds here come from baker creek, seeds savers, and southern exposure. i am growing my zucchini in grow bags this year, giving a try to not have my vines invaded by the old squash borer.  also there is a bunch of new seedlings of more chard and kale waiting to be planted.  the top left picture is for deanna = my slowly and not moving indigo seedlings! (oh and yes, i like garden critters - rabbits here but i also collect frogs) 

last two days of my lunch.  all from my garden except the carrots.  the top picture also includes my sprouts, a collection of lentils and greens from the sprout people.  i grow sprouts mostly year round...i don't do wheat grass in the summer however as i don't have a.c. and usually i have problems with mold setting in from the humidity.  must better when it's cooler! can't remember cold and cool anymore since we've been so warm so early. 

and finally, yes i have been stitching.  this is my latest project not quite finished but a peek at the center panel. 

this might become a piece for the boro class project over at jude's or my june cloth or both!

hope you have enjoy my little walk through.  i love to garden.  i grew up playing in our allotment garden in England.  we grew a lot for winter storage vegetables.  we didn't have internal plumbing so we had to use an outhouse. i remember once the potatoes were picked and stored i didn't like going to the outhouse at night because it was near the potato shed...i was never sure if the things that moved in the night were the potatoes rolling around and down the pile or four legged critters (mice).  we had chickens, rabbits, frogs, and crayfish! as pets and for eggs...hence my garden critter collection.  the innocent and happy times.  my parents gave us our own set of garden tools (reduced in size) to help out...but mostly to imitate their actions.  my father was the vegetable garden and my mom the flower lady. 

i am still clearing a back section behind my house - it has overgrown with raspberries and black berries. that is my current project and of course i tend to my mother's garden too.  mostly a rose garden. so this next one is for her:


the kitten is a little girl born on my porch. cafe latte. she has a eye infection so i'm watchful of her. 
see you soon. 
 




Wednesday, April 11, 2012

wee wordless wednesday

a few completed things during my absence and silence:

The touch of summer cloth that I showed on my last post is done.  Lots of stitches and a bit of couching to off-set the stitching. 

This is how it looked at first.

 The other cloth that I completed started out as my April cloth, but now is my Keith cloth. I'm gifting this to my former assistant, Keith, an artist and good friend. It was his birthday in March so...shhh, don't tell. There is text in the central panel where the leaf is but it is not suppose to be read, just used as part of the image.


I'm showing the back - because I've actually cleaned up my act and put a backing on the cloth and a little bit of quilt stitching to secure it.

I will make a new April cloth...on it's way

And in closing, an image from Tumbler.  This pretty much summarizes  my exploration of the oak leaf and stitching.

cheers to all

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

few words for wednesday



The Ides are almost here:
Ides of March cloth

I promised myself that my Ideas of March would be done by the 15th and so it is.

Details of the cloth:


center detail


center leaf detail
Most of the stitching is running stitch and the back split stitch.

I have to post my last fascicle pieces, 3-5. I'll work on that this week. Maybe do a silent Sunday post of nothing but images.   I've prepared a few other cloths for the coming month and working of a little gifting project for a birthday.  But my other pressing need is:


Here today, boro tomorrow!
Yes, I haven't patched a pair of jeans since the 60's! "Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end..."


I have to get better at posting...I am going to get better. Even though it's time to get the gardening going for 2012 I will, I will. 


and in conclusion to remind us all:

Caesar:
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer:
Beware the ides of March.
Caesar:
What man is that?
Brutus:
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 15–19 


And as Spring is here I bid you all to celebrate Lupercalia as well.  It is the festival of purification.  It is named for the she wolf that nursed Romulus and Remus. Young men would run through the street sans clothing and women would have their palms slapped (unclear if by the naked young fellows) to either ensure a safe delivery if pregnant or become pregnant if barren. Oh how simple those Arcadian days! 


Cheers and thank you for partaking in celebrating the Ides...

Sunday, March 4, 2012

arriving with march

Emily Dickinson said, Dear March - Come In
So I invite you as well.  I've been gone a bit, I know.  But, I've been stitching away. I have finished fascicles 4 and 5. Only thirty-five more to go!  I will compose a separate blog for that but today I'm welcoming March. 
March cloth
Dear March - Come in - 
How glad I am -
I hoped for you before -
Put down your Hat - 
You must have walked -
How out of Breath you are - 
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest -
Did you leave Nature well - 
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me -
I have so much to tell -

and telling in the details:
detail
The cloth was first woven, ala cloth to cloth, and then stitched. The words on the cloth are there for me.  They are: 8th full moon, 3/14 pi day, 15th Ides, 2012, daffodils, after the Greek god of war, 31 days, Marze, Lentmont, 21 Spring and Ostara. Ostara is a Saxon/Germanic/pagan goddess that brings Spring. The swirls on the cloth are those March winds that have been blowing around. 
Ostara (1884) by Johannes Gehrts. The goddess flies through the heavens surrounded by Roman-inspired putti, beams of light, and animals. Germanic people look up at the goddess from the realm below.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ostara
 
Another day remembered on the cloth is 11:00 am, March 11, 2008.  That is for my dad.  
I got your Letter, and the Birds - 
The Maples never knew that you were coming -
I declare - how Red their Faces grew -         
But March, forgive me - 
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue - 
There was no Purple suitable - 
You took it all with you - 
I also am going to do a Ides of March cloth - seems to me each month has an Ides but we only remember March's... Still a WIP but even so:

The cloth is dyed with the indigo carmine and acorn.  It was folded during the dye process hence the lines.   
Who knocks? That April -
Lock the Door -
I will not be pursued -
He stayed away a Year to call 
When I am occupied -         
But trifles look so trivial 
As soon as you have come
That blame is just as dear as Praise 
And Praise as mere as Blame -
I also played around a little with weaving.  Jude has been talking about it over at Spirit Cloth here and here.  This brought back memories of when I use to rent a loom...about 35+ years ago when I first moved out on my own.   I would spend my evenings at a place called The Weaving Workshop weaving away.  It gave me great fun to tell people where I worked that I was going out to warp!  Anyway this is what I did.  It's about 3x5 inches. The brown thread is my walnut dyed thread.  The blue is purchased cotton.  
weave experiment
My father made the little "lap loom" if I can call it that, many a many years ago :
dad's touch
I found this a while ago, going through a draw in one of my old room's at my mom's.  It brought back more memories. 

The poems is Emily Dickinson's "Dear March - Come In"

I should be back by week's end with fascicles 4 and 5.  Thank you for welcoming March in with me.  Spring can not be too far away.  Cheers










Monday, February 13, 2012

I'm not that kind of person, but....

February Cloth, 8 1/2 x 11

I am not really into Valentine's Day, hearts and those kind of things but seems my cloth, needle and thread had a different idea...so here is my February cloth. There is still more stitching to be done, along the frame and corners, mostly, but I did want to share this WIP.  If you remember, one of the projects, besides working on my "weekly" fascicles, I am doing  "broadside" editions of monthly cloths.  January's is being redone since I decide the original piece I put together was too "big" for me.  I really am an 81/2 x 11 kind of person.  

This is how the piece was first layed out.  A outline of the "valentine oak" was made and first stitches taken. Text was written to acknowledge some thoughts about February and days of celebration.  My father's birthday and the birthday of a very special friend, Celtic Spring and the etymology of the word, for example. 



Also for some who might like details - a collage of parts of the cloth.  Although the text was added, it really wasn't intended to be a focus for the piece - the stitching over the words, hopefully, accomplishes this text disguise.

I have finished stitching my fourth fascicle.  It needs to get "bound."  So it will be a the "bindery" this week and hopefully I will be placing it on the blog for you to see by week's end.

So for those who celebrate the 14th and have stopped by, wishing you all a day for memory keeping.


Monday, January 16, 2012

...and in completing herself, she completes me

mom's birth - day was saturday - january, 14 - 91  


“Do not wait for the last judgment. It comes every day.” 

“Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live. ” 


I finished "LEFT," as I wanted, before the stroke of midnight 2011/2012.  So since I wanted to post the final version and mom's birthday was close to the finish date, and they are related, I'm posting the completed cloth here. 


Front view

 “Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.”
Back view

“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”  

top details

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

bottom detail
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”  

The following image is the central part of the cloth, the part most important to me.  That is where the story began:

“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” 

The story of the cloth and title, "LEFT," have a lot if not all to do with my mother and her illness.  It also refers to my sister.  

Left can mean many things.  It can be opposite of right.  It can be the past participle of leave, as in go away, gone.  Or it can mean staying  behind.  All but the first definition applies to this piece.  My sister left when she got married - and is rarely present.  My mother ages and changes and forgets and returns and leaves everyday.  Her memory is part of the past participle.  The figure on the right, the only singular figure that is completely stitched is the person that remains or perhaps memory.  The other two figure, what could  be an adult with a child, or a female figure with a younger person (my sister is two years older.) If you look at the figures moving "left" you can see them migrating out of the frame, eventually becoming a shadow, a memory.  Something that might peak from around the corner, depend on the light, the time of day, or the presence/absence of the person.  

Also, where the two figures in the center are standing, is the only place that remains unstitched. There are a few other rectangles placed around the figures - also not stitched.  Those are the voids from where we might emerge, get lost in, lose our memories, and who knows, maybe where we might meet again. 

It was a hard piece for me to deal with and think about...also the one that took the longest to complete.  For some reason completing that last stitch, like O'Henry's leaf...

There are many many stitches  here.  Call it Kantha if you want, running if you like, or just walking, as Jude calls it.  Either way, the cloth has a soft feel.  Very much like my mother's touch. 

And finally on a cheerful note:

I wrote a comment on Velma's blog which prompted a reply from her that gave me an idea.  These were the flowers that were popping up on mom's back yard lawn before the snow came.  Mom loved watching them out her window - she noted them everyday and after regretted they were covered.  Velma suggested I pick them and dye with them.  Well, I pound the dandelions on cloth and pressed the pansies. I will use them to make a little stitched bouquet for mom for her valentine.  

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."  And this Winter, until it started to be Winter, maybe we had a third spring as well.

“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” 
― Albert Camus 

The quotes above are attributed to Albert Camus.  Don't ask where they are from...the bad librarian didn't keep her citations for these, she just, "made notes for a short story," dear Chekhov. 





Wednesday, December 21, 2011

celebrating winter solstice and holiday season


Subdued by the light, some may fear the long coming night.  But tis Winter Solstice Sabbat which occurs on or about December 21st, when the Sun is at 1° Capricorn.  This traditionally marks the midway point of the dark part of the year. Yet, fears fall off within the next few hours when we begin to see an increase in light, which is why we celebrate the rebirth of the Sun on the Winter Solstice. There are myth cycles, which tell of the Oak and Holly Kings, of the Dying and Rebirth of God, that develop dramatically on this Sabbat. This celebration is re-energized from the additional  celebrations, such as Christmas and Hanukkah. For many, the Winter Solstice Sabbat marks the beginning of a week-long family celebration which includes Christmas and New Year’s Eve.
In my favorite myth, of the Oak and Holly Kings, the two gods meet again for another battle.( During the Summer Solstice, the Holly King, God of the Waning Year, defeated the Oak King, God of the Waxing Year.) However, when they meet on the longest night of the year, the outcome is reversed—the Oak King defeats the Holly King.  Celebrating the victory of the Oak King.

So don ye, thy frocks and thy woollies, thy hoods and thy follies,  (though this year most won't see thy much desired winter________ and temperatures are temperate.) So light a torch to see ye through the hours and bring morn full of light. 
eyes through winter


Trees still pay attention though they might not attract visitors except those that seek their shelter.


Gathering ideas for my up coming 2012 project: a year of fascicles. 
first page is forming.  stitching will come through tonight to celebrate the shortest and the coming of light's return




6:00 pm
Postscript regarding the term "fascicle."  If you go to this Link: About Emily Dickinson's Fascicles you will find a short articles describing the use of the term as I'm going to regard it for my 2012 project. According to the Encyclopedia of the Book, (Oak Knole Press & the British Library, 1996, the term can be generally defined as: a single number of a work published in instalments.  Also called fascicule or fasciculus. I like to think of them as little pamphlets that Emily Dickinson stitched to fit into the palm of her hand - to hold her poems and her secrets in the drawer of the writing desk where she would sit and compose her thoughts.  In total she made 40 fascicles but many more hundreds of poems were also found on individual pages.  She was known to write on any paper surface she'd find.  A true bricoleur.  

I had a few comments that left some visitors puzzled by my use of the word so I hope this provides a little insight into how I'm interpreting the term.  

Thank you for finding you way here and stopping by. 

Saturday, December 17, 2011

sweet tooth saturday


Embroidered Portraits by Cayce Zavaglia:  found this over at COVER.

I saw these and just marveled. The are the work of an American born painter, Cayce Zavaglia.  These are hand sewn, using crewel wool and acrylic paint on linen.  I would file them under photo-realism, wouldn't you? These textural images came about while she was pregnant with her daughter in an effort to avoid harmful substance that are associated with oil paint, substances such as turpentine and varnish.
Zavaglia dds: “I kept thinking back to a crewel embroidery piece that I had made as a child and wondered if it would be possible to sew a portrait…or perhaps use the material in a more modern way.”  

Cayce's website ishttp://www.caycezavaglia.com/

Further news of her work can be found:

An in-depth interview of Cayce's work was recently featured by New York artist Joetta Maue on the UK blog Mr. X Stitch.

Cayce's portraits will be featured in "PUSH Stitchery: 30 Artists Explore the Boundaries of Stitched Art". (links to Amazon, $13.99) The book, curated by Jamie Chalmers, will profile the work of 30 artists from around the world who push the realms of traditional craft mediums in their work.

I am also copying her artist's statement because I think it is always wise and informing to understand, via the artist's word, more about their thoughts:

I still consider myself a painter and find it difficult not to refer to these embroidered portraits as “paintings”. Although the medium employed is crewel embroidery wool, the technique borrows more from the worlds of drawing and painting.
Initially, working with an established range of wool colors proved frustrating. Unlike painting, I was unable to mix the colors by hand. Progressively, I created a system of sewing the threads in a sequence that would ultimately give the allusion of a certain color or tone. The direction in which the threads were sewn had to mimic the way lines are layered in a drawing to give the allusion of depth, volume, and form. Over time the stitches have become tighter and more complex but ultimately more evocative of flesh, hair, and cloth.
My work unabashedly nods its head to the tradition of tapestry and my own love of craft. Using wool instead of oils has allowed me to broaden the dialogue between portrait and process as well as propose a new definition for the word “painting”.


I now  am going to supply you with some of those sweets for Saturday.  (most of the images range about 15x38 inches, on average) 






Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday's eye candy: emily dickinson

actual fascicle, picture credit emily dickinson museum

 

Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinson’s handwritten

punctuation and editorial notes 

Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinsons handwritten punctuation and editorial notes writing embroidery art

I have to explain why I just fell in love with these images.  I am a huge Emily Dickinson gruppy...before my father's and now my mother's illness I use to go to Amherst every summer.  Go to her house, walk upon the creeping/creaking floor boards, try to find spells that might remind me of her, stand and meditate in her room, and finally sit in her garden...I've even wandered to her grave site.  After visiting her house I'd walk over to her brother Austin's house...along that narrow path that she described as suitable for two lover to meet along...and get lost in that world.  Lunch was had at an hold hippie joint called the Black Sheep! and a walk around the short turn to the historic society's museum.  But now...just lots of memories I'll try to keep hold of until I'm back there one day. However, enough about me...Sunday's eye candy...this beautiful work...What a great idea.  I copied but credited all the site that I got information from.  Hope this is enjoyable and as good a read for you as it was for me. 
Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinsons handwritten punctuation and editorial notes writing embroidery art Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinsons handwritten punctuation and editorial notes writing embroidery art Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinsons handwritten punctuation and editorial notes writing embroidery art Jen Bervin embroiders Emily Dickinsons handwritten punctuation and editorial notes writing embroidery art

Textile artist Jen Bervin has created something wholly peculiar and wonderful in her project The Dickinson Fascilies. During her lifetime Emily Dickinson tried to avoid publication, referring to it as “the auction of the mind,” and yet she continued to write, completing some 1,700 poems.
Between approximately 1858 and 1864, Dickinson grouped her poems into small handbound packets, later called fascicles. They are very humble bindings: stab-bound with twisted red and white thread and tied off teeteringly near the folded edge. The stitch held the stacked folded sheets together but made them a harder to open. [...] Her fascicles and fragments were dismembered, regrouped, scissored, and marked by her various editors as they changed hands and often her poems have been restructured and changed considerably for print.
Interested in the editorial patterns Bervin abstracted the editor’s notes, punctuation and other details from Dickinson’s poems and used cotton and silk thread to embroider the marks on enormous cotton sheets nearly 6′ tall by 8′ wide. I’m seriously geeking out over these. A fascinating idea. (via quipsologies)jen bervin embroidery from colossal (source for text and images)

Jen Bervin | The Dickinson Composites (Granary Books 2010)

A series of six large scale embroidered works by Jen Bervin based on composites of the punctuation and variant markings in Emily Dickinson's poetry manuscripts.
A new edition on the series is available now from Granary Books:


Jen Bervin, The Dickinson Composites, Granary Books 2010
Unbound pages and sewn samples from the Dickinson Fascicles
Edition size: 50. Order here.
thread
The Composite Marks of Fascicles 40, 16, 38, and 34. Sewn cotton batting backed with muslin. Each quilt is 6 ft h x 8 ft w. 
Emily Dickinson avoided publication, calling it “the auction of the mind,” but penned nearly 1700 poems in her lifetime. Readers are familiar with her characteristic dashes, but fewer have seen her equally ubiquitous crosses (+ marks) or the variant words to which they correspond because they are rarely reflected in print editions.
The variant words are preceeded by the + mark and often appear listed in clusters after the poem but before the horizontal line Dickinson drew to signal the end of a poem. To read the variants, you move backwards through the poem trying to find the point of insertion, the corollary word or phrase (preceeded by a +) that the variants refer to in the poem. They are sometimes quite close in meaning to the marked word, but in other instances, they are as far ranging as "+ world, + selves + sun."
Between approximately 1858 and 1864, Dickinson grouped her poems into small handbound packets, later called fascicles. They are very humble bindings: stab-bound with twisted red and white thread and tied off teeteringly near the folded edge. The stitch held the stacked folded sheets together but made them a harder to open. The poems are composed on stationery typical of the nineteenth century, vertically folded sheets, plain, laid, or ruled paper with a small embossed image in the upper left corner. The packets contain eleven to twenty poems per grouping.

Detail. Jen Bervin, The Composite Marks of Fascicle 28.
In 1981, Harvard University Press issued a landmark two-volume facsimile edition of Dickinson’s handwritten manuscripts, edited by R. W. Franklin. The edition includes forty of Dickinson’s fascicles—stab-bound packets (non-nested sheets of folded paper) containing eleven to twenty poems per fascicle. The manuscripts also contain a number of unbound sets; her late fragments and letters have yet to be published in facsimile editions. Dickinson’s own publication of her poems is highly specified given that she enclosed poems and lines from poems within letters in correspondence, tuning them subtly for different recipients.
Dickinson’s editorial legacy is complicated at best; her fascicles and fragments were dismembered, regrouped, scissored, and marked by her various editors as they changed hands and often her poems have been restructured and changed considerably for print. Even the current variorum edition of Dickinson’s work persists in defying her line breaks and removes or replaces her crosses with other marks (brackets and numbers to clarify, i.e. change, the system that Dickinson authored). By imposing conventional views of literary authorship (as expressed by book publication) and divorcing her poems from their formal integrity and its intended specificity, the implications of an unusual, complex, pervasive system are harder to understand.

Jen Bervin, The Composite Marks of Fascicle 28. Cotton and silk thread on cotton batting backed with muslin. 6 ft h x 8 ft w.
I wanted to see what patterns formed when all of the marks in a single fascicle, Dickinson's grouping of poems, remained in position, isolated from the text, and were layered in one composite field of marks. The works I created were made proportionate to the scale of the original manuscripts but quite large—about 8' wide by 6' high—to convey the exact gesture of the individual marks. I scanned Dickinson’s manuscript facsimiles (about twenty pages per fascicle), edited them digitally to form composites of just the marks, and used a projector to transfer the marks onto cotton batting (to suggest a highly magnified page) prepared with a hand-sewn center line (a stand-in for the folio fold) and machine-sewn lines that replicated those of the light-ruled laid paper or blue-ruled paper. I embroidered Dickinson’s marks in with handspun hand-dyed red silk thread.
The fascicles from which I made composites showed clearly identifiable shifts in the size, gesture, frequency, and distribution of the marks. In contemplating such an odd physical study, one naturally forms one’s own questions about the nature and meaning of the marks; it makes their presence on the facsimile manuscript page more striking, systemic, factual—and their omission from typeset poems more evident.
I have never doubted Dickinson’s profound precision, however private, nor that the energetic relation of these marks and variants is anything but integral to her poetics. I have come to feel that specificity of the + and – marks in relation to Dickinson’s work are aligned with a larger gesture that her poems make as they exit and exceed the known world. They go vast with her poems. They risk, double, displace, fragment, unfix, and gesture to the furthest beyond—to loss, to the infinite, to “exstasy,” to extremity.

The Composite Marks of Fascicle 34. 6 feet high x 8 feet wide. Cotton and silk thread on cotton batting backed with muslin.

The Composite Marks of Fascicle 38. 6 feet high x 8 feet wide. Cotton and silk thread on cotton batting backed with muslin.

The Composite Marks of Fascicle 19. 6 feet high x 8 feet wide. Cotton and silk thread on cotton batting backed with muslin.

Detail, The Composite Marks of Fascicle 19.
The Composite Marks of Fascicle 16. 6 feet high x 8 feet wide. Cotton and silk thread on cotton batting backed with muslin.
Fascicle sixteen contains the first insert page, a smaller sheet pinned in with a straight pin. The hand-embroidered black text is taken from from this insert page and reads: And could I further / “no”? Emily Dickinson wrote in a letter to Judge Otis Lord, “And don’t you know that “no” is the wildest word we consign to language?"