A year ago I became completely enamored of the symbology of labyrinths. I spent some time putting together a labyrinth project, painting fabric, planning and thinking. (You can find the posts here, if you are interested.)
I fought with one particular piece of the project for a week or so before I realized, very abruptly, that labyrinths are a bad metaphor for my life. A labyrinth has one clear path to the center and back out. My life is more like a maze: the path twists and turns, forks, runs into dead ends, and may even have no clear solution. The truth is in the journey, not the destination.
The subject has recently come up for discussion again among a small email group I belong to. It’s centering this time on finger labyrinths, a tactile small fiber work in which one’s fingers trace the path to the center as one meditates. One artist uses sequins to define the “walls,” while another uses beads.
I put this one together yesterday afternoon as another idea:

This one is postcard-size, so it’s not practical for finger-walking, and it’s technically a maze, not a labyrinth. But my thought was to use the close stipple quilting as a touch guide to the path, leaving the “walls” elevated to define the separations.
I need to add something decorative in the center as a kind of reward for solving the maze, and it will be done.


