Work by Kathryn

Cascade - Kathryn Iliff

L11cms x W13cm

$120 

Just as the waters of a cascade, over time, carve the way through seeming impenetrable rock, the dancing frothy waters pulsate a renewed sense of life on the physical body. Instead of an eternity, in only a few moments a soul can be re-charged to the archetype of their inner small child: joyful, timeless, carefree. The water tickles and dances, teases, and refreshes. Is there a pleasure equal to sitting in the sound cave of a life-filled cascade? The creation of this hand stitched textile transported me to the the rule free, restriction free, joy playfulness and confidence of my internal inner child. It is an eclectic mix of fabrics including cottons, silk, polyester and sheers, which combine with big stitch to create a new fabric of the cascade.

Galahad - Kathryn Iliff

L16cms x W14cms

$120

In ancient lore the knight rides off to fight battles and to save the stricken damsel. But does she need saving? Could it be that she possesses powers beyond the physical, and the knight is fearful of this power so tries to control her? From ancient Celtic times to the present day, the need for control over the feminine is still ubiquitous. Domestic Violence numbers are too large to be ignored, and this insidious inequality is displayed in all echelons of society, from within unconscious inferences uttered in daily speech, to the highest levels of politics.

This hand stitched textile is a collage of cotton fabrics with big stitch to hold together and add textural detail.

 

 Miss Fisher Heads Home from New Year's Eve Party - Kathryn Iliff

L16cms x W16cms

$150  

In the glamourous world in the years prior to WW2 Miss Phryne Fisher, the wealthy aristocrat and sleuth of TV and detective novels created by Australian author Kerry Greenwood, would no doubt have partied into the wee small hours. On New Year’s Day 1928, we can picture Miss Fisher walking out from the dance hall at Melbourne’s St Kilda to her waiting taxicab. She wanders with heels in one hand, twirling the gold cord from her sash in the other. As the dawn encroaches, she passes other party revellers, and makes her way home in her embellished and adorned outfit, slightly reeling and somewhat jaded now that the party is over. This hand stitched textile speaks of the fabric of the party with the edges crushed and crumpled after a night of dancing drinking, flirting, and eating. Cottons and speciality fabrics.