Maria calls her “Doily Girl,” she is the center of what Maria calls a fiber painting, or a wall hanging fiber work.
She’s quite striking and is one of those made-by-hand and painstaking creations that can take a while to make. Maria hasn’t worked out the background yet. At the moment, Doily Girl is lying on the studio floor awaiting more work.
Once Maria fixates on something, it usually doesn’t take her long to finish it.
And she is mulling different names.
She’s thinking of calling her Zelda because she started work on her the day Zelda died. I threw out the idea of Greta, but Maria has her own ideas about her art, she’s thinking about it.
I stay clear of her art. But this one is especially striking to me, I don’t know when or even if it will be put up for sale. You can follow Doily Girl’s progress on Maria’s blog.
Maria, this is absolutely stunning! I have so many crocheted items that my grandmother made, some from various aunts, as well. No one else wanted them. To me, they are beautiful works of art. I never knew what those round doilies were used for until one day Mother, just out of the blue, told me they were used under compote dishes, you know, what one serves fruit salad in, or ice cream. I often had our nursing staff come for lunch over breaks at the university, so one time I used Grandma’s doilies as Mother told me they were for. Our medical technologist exclaimed, “I’m never using paper doilies again! What a beautiful treasure you have made with these tiny creations. When I use mine, I think of my grandmother, crocheting at night by the light of a kerosene lamp, and I am humbled at the art she created. I wonder, too, how she had time to do the needlework that she produced.