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Log cabin deconstruction

 

I have been dyeing quite a few metres of fabric, trnsitioning from clear orange through to muted blue. The muted blue ever so slightly dulls the intensity and it works better for me. These past days were spen+t at retreat with the tribe - and these log cabin blocks will most likely be part of an art quilt, destined I hope, for my exhibition with Rebecca Staunton Coffey in late 2024. These blocks have been  made from free cut strips and will blend with the next lot of fabrics, some light and medium values in the same colourway. The focus will be around deconstruction and I'm looking forward to seeing hwo it progresses.

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