We’ve been back from our walk on the Camino de Santiago for some weeks now and I have finally started to sort through the photos. Another thing that brings back many memories is the stitch journal that I took with me.
My stitch journal was made from some cleaning up cloths left over from my gelli printing. Along with some threads I took with me and all sorts of bits of string and a lot of other stuff I found along the way I added to the fabric.
I didn’t stitch on it as much as I had hoped to, but, often at night, if I couldn’t sleep I would work on my stitching.
I have now put a video together of this piece of work which you can see here. I hope you find it interesting.
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Wow! This is great. I am impressed by your journey but even more with your unique journal and the singular way you have recorded your experiences.
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Thanks Claudia, once I got used to the walking routine I started to think more about the stitching. I also did some dyeing as well!
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Welcome home Leonie, and thank you for sharing your walk on Instagram and your video – loved all of it. Also your piece in the Exuberance exhibition.
You may be interested in seeing the Networks Australia exhibition currently on at ANCA, until the 1st off October. A lovely exhibition with a real eclectic variety of works.
Be good to see you sometime, Sandra
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Thanks Sandra. It’s good to be home! Thanks for the reminder about the Networks exhibition. Hopefully I’ll see you at the next Experimentalists meeting!😊
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Gosh, I am amazed you did any stitching at all. I would have been exhausted from all the walking!
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It was a while before it got done at all. I really got going towards the end of the walk. My biggest cheer leader was a Frenchwoman I met who really urged me to keep going. We walked together for only a few days and then went our separate ways, as happens on the Camino. Fate bought us together one last time when we ran into each other late the night before she flew home. She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a bunch of baggage strings that she had picked up for me, hoping we might see each other again. What a special gift that was!
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What a lovely story! I dare say it was a very special experience.
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