Making of a silk dress with a wing painted on it.
With dye in color blue black.
Realistic feathers placed unrealistically.
A long story told as is.
By artist/escapist Yuko Nagai, currently Miss Sore Thumb in a rural Japanese town
who rambles about random stuff as well.
Read on.
Thank you.

February 27, 2011

wing dress update: what a thrill!!

hello everybody, how is the
world looking from your end of the planet?

at my end...

the dress i've been working on, and blogging about
is getting near completion
(if you're here for the first time:
i have been documenting the making process of a dress with a painted/ dyed wing on it, and here's a link to the previous posts on the dress-enjoy!)

since my object is to tell you as it is, i am here today
to reveal a little scary tale to you

ready?



the fabric i am using for the dress is,
stretch silk satin
(i paint on the wrong side)

purchased in downtown los angeles
i have looked and looked in tokyo and
somehow i haven't found any, strange as it is

first batch i got was a bit thicker than the current
so easy to work with, and finishes were clean
the one i am working with right now is
as fragile as woman's nylons

i make sure my nails are sanded (serious),
pins are sharp, use extra extra caution and
this still has to happen

look.



it's the stretchy thread that gets caught.
like this...



i have been a bit of a perfectionist but
this is forcing me to keep my picky eyes on bigger picture
meaning

this is not the last dress i will be working on,
more and more ideas are piling up behind me (they are!)
and most of all,
it's not me, it's....it!


but honestly speaking, it's a small stab in my crafty heart
every time this happens



on my last post i talked about going through zipper hell
while feeling upside down and drained
i then thought of doing a sequel called sleeve hell
(but thought better of it)
should have taken a break, i know, this eager me
for redoing it few times brought on the following



so yes, it's it and it's me, too

perhaps as a way of encouraging myself,
i started to think of those ice skaters at olympics
some of them would land on their butt, post spin and keep on
i am always more impressed in them than
those who were flawless and got the medals

lately, i regained my emotional composure and
been feeling fabulous except for a bit of head cold
then today,
just a few hours ago....

(((gasp!!!)))



well, i am a bit unwell today, dizzy headed
and my focus is not in the zone
something inside kept whispering to me
"drop it...go watch a film...make hot coco and snuggle..."
but i insisted on the otherwise
so today, it was me


my own privilege to touch the dress is now suspended
i've decided to go ahead and indulge in
aforementioned activities

the little cut is, luckily, on a blank panel
so the solution is still within a comfortable reach
but not today, as the dress is confiscated
out of my own hands...

end of the scary episode
(in vegas elvis tone)
thank you,
thank you very much


now you may ask, why are you
giving us such a bad news?
well...

have you seen a scary film? of course you have!
you know how it gets worse and worse towards the end
and then, miraculously everything works out?

i am telling you all this because
i sense a happy ending, although
what i see right now is a bit messed up

we all get to smile in the end



thanks for your visit, and be sure to check back soon!