{"id":843,"date":"2020-04-16T19:33:36","date_gmt":"2020-04-16T19:33:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/?p=843"},"modified":"2020-04-16T19:33:36","modified_gmt":"2020-04-16T19:33:36","slug":"watching-the-fade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/2020\/04\/watching-the-fade\/","title":{"rendered":"Watching the Fade…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Thinking out loud…<\/h3>\n

This is very much like watching paint dry, only much slower. \u00a0And, to me anyway, fascinating.<\/p>\n

In 2013 I was going through my stash of commercial fabrics, and came across a collection of Yukatas and Ikats that I had purchased from Kasuri Dyeworks in Berkeley, CA (closed long ago). \u00a0My little stash of precious fabrics \u00a0had languished for years. \u00a0I must have had some time on my hands because I decided to play with them to make\u00a0hangings, and not quilted (very different from my “serious” work). \u00a0I had the idea to make something similar to the “curtains” that I’d seen hanging in doorways in some of my favorite \u00a0Japanese films. \u00a0I decided to use them\u00a0pretty much as the pieces existed, and not cutting them up too much–even to leaving all the edges raw so I wouldn’t lose anything in unnecessary bindings. \u00a0I wanted to SEE these fabrics! \u00a0Every single inch of them.<\/p>\n

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So I started playing…<\/p>\n

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And arranging…<\/p>\n

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I used the Ikats up first, and made two hangings to go in our bedroom…both still there and enjoyed.<\/p>\n

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Then I started playing with the Yukatas…<\/p>\n

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This last one hangs above the tub in our bathroom where it gets light from the sky light, and therein lies the story. \u00a0So here it is in 2013…<\/p>\n

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And this is today…<\/p>\n

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I told you it was fascinating! \u00a0Black fades to the most wonderful surprises. \u00a0I should say, some<\/em>\u00a0black fabrics. \u00a0What fades and what doesn’t is always interesting and mysterious.<\/p>\n

For years as a textile artist, fading was something to be avoided at all costs. \u00a0The very idea of fading fabrics was daunting. \u00a0I recall a conversation with an art consultant \u00a0(when I was just starting out), who told me that buyers are investing in something and they want their investment to LAST. \u00a0I recall that I called up the old DeYoung Museum in San Francisco, and was able to talk to a conservator there. \u00a0She told me “Every art work has a life span. \u00a0For some it is very long, and for some it is very short.” \u00a0I had chosen textiles, and I figured I would take whatever comes.<\/p>\n

I remember my first loves of quilt making were faded scrap quilts, as well as the miraculous Amish quilts, transformed by fading. \u00a0But it has taken me years to finally get comfortable with fading in my own work.<\/p>\n

I have places in my home where I hang quilts that I want to “watch” fade–to see how long it takes (rather swiftly with commercial fabrics). \u00a0I have to admit that the fabrics I dyed with Procion MX dyes have held up rather well. But there really is no escaping the fade, eventually.<\/p>\n

Kinda like aging. \u00a0It is like aging, but what I see now is very different from what I saw and feared many years ago. \u00a0Now I see the softening, the patina of age, the experience of aging. \u00a0And I like what I see in my favorites surrounding me. \u00a0I like seeing the story. \u00a0I like knowing the story.<\/p>\n

Yep, kinda like aging.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Thinking out loud… This is very much like watching paint dry, only much slower. \u00a0And, to me anyway, fascinating. In 2013 I was going through my stash of commercial fabrics, and came across a collection of Yukatas and Ikats that I had purchased from Kasuri Dyeworks in Berkeley, CA (closed long ago). \u00a0My little stash … Continue reading “Watching the Fade…”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/843"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=843"}],"version-history":[{"count":16,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/843\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":872,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/843\/revisions\/872"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=843"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=843"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/cynthiacorbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=843"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}