Station 1. Fabric scoured with synthrapol
Station 2. Poles cleaned
Station 3. Fabric wrapped on poles or ropes
Station 4. Fabric shibori dyed
“Let’s
talk about us,” she said in the postcard she had mailed each Garden Girl. “What
if we were real artists? What would life be like then?”
Rose
wasn’t often inclined to think about the real artist versus the not real
artist. She was trying to avoid thinking. When thinking began, doing didn’t. It
had occurred to her more than once that she could only do one thing at a time
and do it well. But she wanted to know what the others were thinking.
“If you get your fingers dirty,” Nettles
told her, “you will better understand your art and you’ll recognize it when it
calls you. Sometimes you just have dig in, no matter what. Work always produces
results, you know.” excerpt from my memoir, The Garden Girls Letters and Journal
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