new work: sisters – bubbling up (or help me find a better title!)

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This piece was begun and set aside almost 10 years ago but it was time to take it out and put it together. It sprang from a trip where laughter bubbled continually and effortlessly. 

2005vsisters4Back then I had far fewer “natural highlights” in my hair. This past summer the entire family was together again. Again there was much laughter – but after ten years there were far more burdens than there were then. I want to remember that carefree time. These are some of the people in this world that I love and admire the most. Everyone in my family lives very far away from each other. We miss each other a lot.

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Life is still good. There is still laughter and love.

(Bubbles is a terrible title.
Help me figure out a better one!)

figurative work

haiku

Haiku
2015 Machine Quilters Showcase, 1st place Wall Quilt Category
2015 Mid-Atlantic Quilt Festival, Hampton, VA
2014 Reflections, Houston, TX Juried Invitational

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Direction
2015 International Quilt Festival, Houston TX
Life Begins at Forty juried exhibition
2015 Machine Quilters Showcase, Cedar Rapids IA
3rd place Pictorial Category

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Sisters: the shape of love
2005
51”w x 51”h

hand dyed cotton, discharged, painted, fused, quilted

After spending a week with my sisters for the first time in our adult lives I was compelled to express my feelings for them visually – but what is the shape of love? The poem, “Psalm To My Beloved”, whose author is Eunice Tietjens, created an image of what I was feeling and art began to take shape. So what is the shape of Love? Running water, fluid and changing. A peaceful brook, swift river, or mighty ocean tide… myriad drops of water becoming one.

 

Malachi

Malachi’s Promise
2003
72”w x57”

Hand dyed painted, and printed cotton. Hand applique, machine and hand quilted.

As a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I am acutely aware of the linking of generations, of our connection to each human as brothers and sisters, the literal children of our Heavenly Father. We come individually to mothers and fathers, learn precept upon precept, then form our own unions, bring children into the world, and generations of God’s children continue.

 

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The Women of God Know This
48″x x 25″h
2005

hand dyed cotton, thread, batting
dyed,discharged, fused, machine quilted

Pictured are (left to right) Ruth May Marble Hoisington, Martha Acenath Hakes Marble, Nancy Lee Montgomery, Edith Ruth Hoisington Montgomery, ancestors and mothers who have come before me, from whom I have much to learn. When I struggle with the difficult task of motherhood I look to them.This quote by Neil A. Maxwell says what I feel of their work and mine.

 

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Haven
2006
24”w x 20”h

Hand dyed cotton. Fusible applique, machine quilted.

 

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Black Eyed Susans: curious

2007
Ink, Paint, Cotton, Thread
18” w X 45” h

 

Daffodils: wary

2007
Ink, Paint, Cotton, Thread
18” w X 45” h

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Dance

2003
4.5”w x 4.5”h

 

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Friends

2003
4.5”w x 4.5”h

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Mother’s Hand: Magic

2000
16”w x 22”h

 

Mother’s Hand: Burnt Out

2000
16”w x 22”h

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2003
17.5″w x 24″h
Hand-dyed fabric, painted, quilted

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2003
26″w x 36″h
Hand-dyed fabric, foiled, embroidered, quilted

Sisters

The Mad Hatter
Crazy things can happen when my sisters and I get together.
The Duchess

Dark Alice

The Dodo Bird???

 
It has been a crazy week.

Sisters: The Shape of Love

I’d like to introduce you to three of my favorite people in the whole, wide, entire, planet.
Maybe the galaxy.

I get to go spend time with them next week and I am beside myself with excitement.
I’m the oldest. Lisa came along a couple of years later. We shared a room our entire childhood. There were times we were best friends and other times we merely coexisted. Pretty much amicably. 
She got married soon after I did and never traveled much so our grown-up relationship depended on a few phone calls here and there. I’ve always admired her for her bravery, endurance, and her faith. Now she’s making up for lost travel time – can’t wait until she finally gets to come visit me.
She has the most beautiful voice. She’s always been very talented. She could draw, back when I only secretly wished I could. Then again – she practiced and I didn’t. Of course she learned to draw. She has always been beautiful. 
She has a smile a mile wide, lets her hairdresser do anything he feels like doing, and loves being just a little bit insane. I love her.
Amber is ten years younger than me. I don’t think she was out of elementary school when I went away to college so I didn’t really get to know her as a friend until much later when she got to come visit, then live with us for several months.
I’ve always seen her as someone who thinks and feels things very deeply, who seems to know what she wants and is willing to work to get there. And the things she wants are beautiful – making the world a better place.
She plays piano amazingly well, sings, dances, and just this week earned her masters of music education.

Lindsey was only 6 years old or so when I moved out. She’s always been a little nuts – in a good way. Very silly, very confident, very outspoken. Fearless. I think it comes from having nine people doting on you from the time you were born. (Parents, Grandma, five sibs – yup – two brothers in the middle.)
I remember coming home for a visit after a couple of years living across the country (this is pre-e-mail) and being sent to pick her up at school. This gorgeous blond was sitting on her violin case on the curb. I didn’t even recognize my own sister. I tried not to cry.
She plays violin, designs and creates beautiful jewelry, and still makes me laugh.
These women are people I admire, respect and love. They live much, much, too far away. Of course I was the first one that took off across the country – far from home. Now we are scattered from coast to coast. Nobody in my family lives closer than 7 hours from each other. 
We’ve had two “sisters” trips in our adult lives. We always sing. The three of them are involved in musical theater. I’m the hack among ’em but if I do say so – we sound pretty cool. Sometimes we sing goofy camp songs. Sometimes English madrigals. Last time we learned some early american folk songs. I’m bringing along some Andrews Sisters charts.
We always spend a day dressing up and playing with our cameras. This photo is the basis for one of my favorite pieces. Some time soon (which for me is any time in the next five years) I’m going to work up a very long series of artworks based on our relationships.
So you’ll understand if I’m a bit distracted. Kind of like a puppy dog with two little tails to wag I’m so giddy with anticipation. I’ll try to post some pictures. I am truly blessed to have these women in my life. We talk and skype all the time now but we only get to see each other every few years. It’s not enough. 
51″ x 51″
2005 by Lyric Kinard
Psalm to By Beloved by Eunice Tietjens
can be read in its entirety here
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