One year they got a pair of black swans (cygnus atratus). Native to New Zealand and Australia, the black swan is basically monogamous, and mates for life. I was entranced with them and spent a lot of time photographing the pair as they swam together.
After some time, there was only the one swan, and sometime after that, there were none. I have no idea what happened to either of them. When our current word of "love" was offered, my mind fixed on lost love for some reason or another, and then I remembered the swans.
This one is based on my own photos, which I scanned in (those swans were there a long time ago, back in the film camera days), and then enlarged so I could trace the swan shapes on a lightbox. The "ghost" swan is of tulle, glued just enough to hold it in place until I could applique it. The fused "live" swan is of commercial fabric, as is the background. The red beak was done with Portfolio oil pastels and threadwork overtop. The writing and feather are drawn with a pigma pen, with further machine stitching on the feather. Everything is machine appliqued, machine quilted.
remember the day
when we danced on the water
you lost a feather
when we danced on the water
you lost a feather