A little Sympathetic Evolution then, as snow fell all day and the guy who plows doesn't show up and the fuel delivery guy can't get up the hill because of the ice and the deer came to eat the azalea bushes down to the ground. But then, the beauty in it. Round and Round we go.
I took the photos in low lamplight. And then used a filter to make them easier to see and they became a bit sketchy but sketchy is good right now. Pinned to Grow, the basket cloth seemed a large cloth for a moment and then I erased the background to make it seem smaller again. Scale is really about context then isn't it?
So yesterday I began adding Thread Beads, the Snow Globe effect. Stopping short of a full circle because we can imagine that at this point.
Jude I’ve just had an expanded view of your thread beads and the bunting in all the colours or it could be described as colour rays too. The thread beads certainly add another dimension, more of snow. I’m sorry to hear you’re struggling and I do hope that some of the things that are not going right at this moment will turn themselves around. With the Azalea I’m hopeful that with Spring it will begin to recover.
Those beads are like seeds…so the birth of spring is in the air! Sometimes struggling is just going…
‘The Circle Game’, Joni Mitchell.
The very brightest of moments in my days are when I see your emails or Instagram posts. They mean so much and keep me inspired and moving along one stitch at a time into the unknown and the known. You’re a tremendous gift to us all. Thank you
Thank you back!
thank you for your lovely posts, one thing I do regularly is have a look at your world amongst the trees.
you are welcome anytime…
being in CA I live winter through you and a few others. thinking of past winters via Michelle. seeds sprouting here…building roots.
I miss Michelle
“round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,
never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel.
like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon,
like a carousel that’s turning, running rings around the moon.
like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face,
and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space.
like the circles that you find,
in the windmills of your mind…”
He made the recording but it’s a song but the lyrics were written by Alan and Marilyn Bergman. I had to look that up because I couldn’t remember their names.
I love the Jose Feliciano version.
A whole world here and right in our imaginations.
I’m enjoying this one
I’ve been getting your “spirit cloth” posts but today was the first time I saw you have a blog. Yaaay! I must say, I do look forward to your posts. I never minded staying home but now it seems because we have to it really bothers me. I have no motivation and I’m only getting things done about an hour a day. The rest of the time I either go to bed or do puzzles on my iPad. I do have lots of vintage fabric ….I would love to try some of your pieces but just can’t make myself do it. Anyway I wanted to let you know you are a bright light in my day. Thank you for sharing your wonderful art.
Oh, just start small
One piece of fabric, one stitch
Dreamy photos; good for a winter day. Aren’t you glad you have a big wood pile?
We planted lots of lavender and rosemary. Pretty to look at, yummy to smell, and the deer won’t touch them.
I could stare at and float in this piece for hours.
by shrinking myself down, it becomes a world…
Structure through the mists and shades. Your piece perfectly evokes the snow season. The power of the weather where you are, seems so awesome, beauty in nature establishing a hold, I think. loved the snow globe video and the old bearded face. Watching and sighing, spring glimpses through here and then retreats. Robins sing out into the crystal cold air.
maybe there can be other kinds of globes, like a spring globe?
I need that spark too! 💙
there is always fire inside
ah, deer. I am in suburbia but on a greenway. We have so many. We have to fence all the “deer won’t eat this” plants.
They are so cold and hungry this winter, I just don’t care…
considering the fine details in your work reminds me of the use of the arabesque in Islamic art, the spiralling pattern evokes the same sense of infinite wonder from jewelry scale to the dome of a mosque
gee wiz, what a fine compliment…
It’s filled with Knowing and Magic ( I love the magic stitchwork radiating outward) 🤍🖤✨
I love how long it takes to do those vibrating black and white lines.
Round and round and round we go, and the secret sits in the middle, and knows.
To correct the quote: We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
I have this written on the wall, My dad was a Robert Frost lover. Thank you for the warm reminder.
which is ultimately us, being here, in the middle of our own universe.
So true, I’m a Frost fan too. I like (Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening )too….
Thinking storm moving across the sky, weather patterns… I have embraced filters because they solve the lighting issue for me.
yes, I love playing too.
Mesmerizing . . . and inspirational, as usual.
Maybe I have reached the point where everything has become that.
And thank you.
it’s Moving, Breathing
good, maybe it will help me do the same….