THE TENDERNESS JOURNALS
Fibreart Journals
These journals exist because the language of touch is much louder than that of words — and because this world is desperately short of tenderness.
I had already been making them when Covid arrived and suddenly forbade us from touching each other. The timing felt like a kind of confirmation. What I had sensed all along became impossible to ignore — that touch is not a luxury. That tenderness is not weakness. That we are lost without both.
The Tenderness Journals are works of interactive fine art that, unlike most art pieces, demand to be touched.
The pages are knitted, crocheted, looped, manipulated and curved, like secret, forgotten scripts. Yarn becomes mark-making. Texture becomes language. These are silent journals — you read them by touch, like Braille, but not quite, because they will say different things to different people. The colours draw you in. The textures hold you.
I add pockets and clips so you can tuck in your own memorabilia — a photograph, a note, a small found object. The journal becomes yours as well as mine. I make each piece entirely by hand, and I pour into each one the love and energy I feel as I create it.
The collection is growing. I am now embellishing existing pieces and creating new ones — adding safety pins threaded with beads, pinning fragments of fabric, layering new surfaces onto old. The pins hold things together delicately. That feels right for now.
In a world that rewards hardness, tenderness is a radical act. These journals are my argument for it.
Each piece is a unique handmade original.
I had already been making them when Covid arrived and suddenly forbade us from touching each other. The timing felt like a kind of confirmation. What I had sensed all along became impossible to ignore — that touch is not a luxury. That tenderness is not weakness. That we are lost without both.
The Tenderness Journals are works of interactive fine art that, unlike most art pieces, demand to be touched.
The pages are knitted, crocheted, looped, manipulated and curved, like secret, forgotten scripts. Yarn becomes mark-making. Texture becomes language. These are silent journals — you read them by touch, like Braille, but not quite, because they will say different things to different people. The colours draw you in. The textures hold you.
I add pockets and clips so you can tuck in your own memorabilia — a photograph, a note, a small found object. The journal becomes yours as well as mine. I make each piece entirely by hand, and I pour into each one the love and energy I feel as I create it.
The collection is growing. I am now embellishing existing pieces and creating new ones — adding safety pins threaded with beads, pinning fragments of fabric, layering new surfaces onto old. The pins hold things together delicately. That feels right for now.
In a world that rewards hardness, tenderness is a radical act. These journals are my argument for it.
Each piece is a unique handmade original.
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Fiberart Wall Art
