Prairie Lily Memory

Glenn J. A. Gordon, my dad, passed away ten years ago today.  He was stubborn, and charming, deeply flawed and human.  We had a difficult relationship and it turns out I am so much like him.  Not that he was crafty, of course, although he dreamt up some creative jello salads in his day. 

His favourite flower was the prairie lily, and I have a tattoo of one on my left leg in memory.  This also inspired this new simple piece, which I finished today. 

It's a flat felted piece with wispy greens and orange, a piece of cotton glued to the back which helped make it easier to stitch (imperfectly).