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Another hill.
While falling asleep on the first night of March, I thought about cake. Maybe it was because it's my birthday month? Anyhow, a cake memory came, and then one cake led to another... layers of them, odd slices of stories, some delicious to recall, others heavy with the wrong ingredients.
Yesterday, still thinking about cakes, I painted a blue one, with pink sprinkles.
And then remembered that Maira Kalman, who I greatly admire, once wrote a book about the cakes in her life. It was ordered up from the library, and then the rest of the day was spent listening to all of the recordings I could find of her. Gosh, she's swell.
While listening, stars were stitched. The last one just before dinner. My shoulders and eyes ached from hunching over and focusing on trying to get straight edges on those points. Going along star to star, every so often I'd count to see which star I was on, and then try to imagine Cameron at that age...four, nine, twelve, seventeen, and twenty-six, his last year. Three years older than Blue. At 26 I was working my way out of a dark time... just starting to find myself, a place in the world, beginning to imagine a future. 26.
Another cake this morning. Cakes are like hills. Hills are like cakes.
"Dread and delight at the same time. That is the truth about being alive." Maira Kalman
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(Apologies for yet another marathon post. Someday I'll get back to posting regularly and briefly.)
Thinking about hills, again. A lifetime of thoughts and memories of them. Using Deb's threads to wind a story through... The front hill is from her dye pot, too. The sky is from a class a long while back.
This week I've been missing people, groups of people, faces. I try to smile at people with my eyes, hoping that they know that it's an effort towards connection.
Continuing on Cameron's block using Susan Fletcher Conway's tutorial here for stars. They're not easy for me, requiring really good light and focus, but I wanted larger filled-in stars. They're kind of wonky, but hopefully, with a few steps back, they will shine together. There will be 26 of them, one for each year of his life.
Hands representing his, holding the names of his three young boys. Grateful for Tina's gift of a rainbow of cloth to choose from for the hearts, and wishing that I had Liz's writing-with-thread skills.
Another day trip with and to my friend's sweet house. She's received both of her vaccinations, which added even more ease to our time together.
The views from the ferry were amazing that morning. The mountains seemed so big and close. About fifteen minutes after this photo was taken, we were crossing this bridge.
I gave her my most recently knitted socks and she put them on straight away. Happily they fit.
It was a beautiful day, including a stop at a nursery. She studied various plants, knowing exactly what she wanted to look at (and the scientific names of everything). I pointed out the fritillaria, "You had some in your yard when you lived across the street." She was surprised that I remembered the name. The word fritillaria is a fun one, making it easy to recall, not to mention that the checkerboard flowers are unforgettable and magical.
It's a marvel how a four inch container can hold a whole complex beautiful world. This is just the feeling I want to stitch into my little story squares.
Sitting in the sunlight stitching moonlight and starlight was delightful.
It was approaching dusk, so the lights were lit this time. Still want to come back at night to see them really glow.
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"Moonset"
The edge of a napkin dyed by Deb made for a fabulous wave (& her purple cloth, too).
So many nightmares- dead bodies, assaults, old jobs.
Things are busy, mostly in my head, and computer time is more limited these days. It seems that by the time K. is finished with it, it's too late for my eyes and brain.
Working on Cameron's block. This was hard to make- not my comfort zone in stitching, or the racism behind the symbol. I sent Blue this photo saying that my making this was proof that the world's gone off kilter. "Racist and sports?!" He agreed. But the Kansas City Chiefs were his favorite team. There is a video of him having a great time at a game two days before he was killed.
Moon was impressed that he actually recognized it, "You made these?! Good job!" Cameron was also known as a Chevy man. I'm really looking forward to getting to the star stitching.
The boys have had some growing pains this week.
This little house in progress is love- in home, velvet and raw ragged stitching... started after talking to Blue yesterday. After he said that he wanted to come home. After I exclaimed, "Yes! Just get on a plane, we'll figure the virus stuff out, just come home!" Just wanting to wrap my arms around him. And then sense kicked in (for him first).
While they grapple with big things and emotions, it's hard to remember that they're almost grown, 18 and 22, and there's not much we really can/should do except listen, and remind them that we're here and on their side. I guess that I've had some growing pains, too.
A couple of days ago it was this blog's ten year anniversary. It was started with a wanting to be a part of Jude's Patchwork Beast workshop circle. It's been a doorway to connection- with the circle, my making, and mostly myself. Thank you for coming along on the journey.
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Just the "C" left to do, and then on to the hands. Cameron was known as a "tinkerer"- a mechanic who was good with his hands. My plan is to stitch symbols onto the palms- representing people and things that were important to him.
I photographed Moon's hands as a reference, and then traced them for patterns. With a pencil in one hand, and the other on top of his, holding it flat, I was filled with gratitude at being able to touch my boy, and also with so much grief for Cameron's mother who will never touch her son again. She has said, "I hate that my son is a memory."
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Cameron Lamb with his three sons.
Father, son, brother, and beloved friend, Cameron was killed backing into his driveway by an undercover Kansas City, MO police officer over a traffic violation. Two officers entered the property without warrant or consent, with guns drawn, killing Cameron within moments. One officer, who was closer, reported that he did not see a gun. The second officer said that Cameron used his left hand to reach for and point a gun at the closer officer, necessitating the need to shoot him four times. Cameron was right handed and did not have full use of his left hand from an injury years before.
While the officer who killed Cameron has been charged with involuntary manslaughter and armed criminal action for recklessly causing his death, many questions still remain unanswered.
This is the background for Cameron's block, part of the Social Justice Sewing Academy Remembrance Project. (More about this project and the other empowering work of this wonderful organization here.) After hours of reading articles, looking at photos and watching videos of Cameron holding, feeding, kissing, loving his boys, and with family and friends, it's his children and mother that stay with me. One of his sons asked, "How long will my dad be dead?"
I hope to honor Cameron's life, spirit and loved ones with this piece. More to come...
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