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Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Little boxes.
This little box of loveliness came from the other op shop up at the Sunshine Coast. I'm always a sucker for wooden boxes, or tin or leather. This one had an old cube puzzle in it. I had tried to buy one for the older children years ago and was disappointed when it arrived and was plastic. I had just assumed they were all wooden like when I was a tot.
The nice thing about the blocks is the lovely old animal pictures on them. They are all worn on the edges from lots of careful little hands trying to reconstruct the pictures. There may have been a few grown up hands too as these are not the easiest cube puzzles I have ever done.
It may be the complexity of the landscapes or the fact that there are more blocks than usual and no guide pictures or a few late nights taking its toll. The 2 year old is far from doing these and the others are at school so it is down to me to reconstruct them when they are found in lines and stacks around the house.
In an effort to make them easier and faster to execute (for the child) and to procrastinate any domestica duties, we scanned the six images. This required more laundry avoidance as we had to rebuild the six scenes.
They came up so well that I thought they might stand alone as little vintage artworks.
The squares are beautifully time worn, and delineate a patchwork effect. So then I thought, could these be transferred onto fabric and oversewn where the squares are to create a real patchwork of cubes on a bed or cot throw. Even if there were just a few panels interspersed with some spotty panels, some stripes, maybe a teensy bit of Liberty. I'm thinking with a red pom-pom trim because I have a hankering for pom-poms.
Meanwhile I have yet to get my sewing machine fixed. What do you think? Too kitsch? I'm still deliberating.
Then one could cut the whole lot up and glue them in a huge mismatched cube puzzle effect on a canvas with a red gesso. Hmmm. Annie, get your gonna.

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