These 2 were almost a book, until I got tired of stitching and didn't really know where it was going. The remaining 2 of the unstitched versions will be finished another way and another day. And I will be posting more frequently if not every day.
It's done. I'm not certain about the lightness of this one and couldn't find a suitable background but I do like the direction these are going. I've started another with a narrative in the middle. They are approaching the work I do in journals, which is fine with me, those rhythms are all good. Detail below, whole version above, it's almost 3 feet long.
Addendum. 2 days later I painted these with red paint. They were just too white to suit me.
I'm going to be more or less out of commission for a bit so the secretarial saga comes to an end with this entry. I'll be back, just not as often since I'll be working on bigger projects. Well, big for me anyway.
This one reminds me of the young woman that was on American Bandstand in the 50s. I wouldn't have noticed her except for the reaction my mother had to her blond hair. Mom was mesmerized by the perfection and how not a single hair was out of place! I got the distinct impression at a very young age that hair was incredibly important and that it needed to be thoroughly tamed. Then came the 60s, 70s and all the rest of the 20th century right up to today. Even my mother (at the grand old age of 83) tousles her hair. So much for control.