I love this picture. The longing in it. Many seeds were started in April. They were so hungry for more sunlight. I planted most everything yesterday. While lost in a field of thought.
April's pathwork. april
The Old Blog is still protected. When you leave a blog unattended for a while, spammers can move in. I am fiddling and cleaning but I think it has lived its life.
So many little details to fall in love with… love the eye-seeds and all the directions that takes me.
Liking the rainbow from red to green in the seedling. It, eye-seeds and the flowered scraps around the face hold possibilities.
so much in that little sprout.
I really concentrated on integration here, the tapestry thing. how one thing might be woven into another. those tiny flower scraps, from grandma’s quilt. torn bits, still strong enough to make a point.
love hearing your eye-deas. how they dance like firefleyes in this piece. will dearly miss your old blog, but grateful for the many days spent wandering there. this month reminds me of your grandma may ‘n watching you tenderly reminisce about green scraps held by a basket in the pip video… x
those greens came from that basket.
LOVE, very much, the deep Earth, Beauty Full seeds of vision
it evolved as something quite comforting and I imagine a whole big cloth like that, my thoughts have moving to the Grow Cloth and how it might work there.
That little seedling … yearning for The Beloved is what I see. Sweet capture.
seeds and longing, yearning, such a connection
Love that title! and house on the rolling hills 💚
the title made me laugh, I just remembered there is a children’s book call cloudy with a chance of meatballs… do you know it?
Yes! one of my son’s faves!
(* your title is the adult creative’s version-ha!)
supposed to be JEN NyBlom –yeesh
I’ve heard of it 😁
Oh, I just love this one particularly. All the different fabrics in the bottom section make me think of various shrubs and trees growing on an undulating uneven landscape. The stitching in the sky makes me feel the wind is blowing softly over the house. And the vines on the roof are wonderful and so reminiscent of how vines will clamber up and over anything that they can catch hold of.
Me, too, Victoria.
this one very softly sympathized with what is or seemed to be.
This moved through me over the weekend as I carried your “Cloudy with a chance of doubt” in mind. Yesterday I finished reading The Sweet Taste of Muscadines by Pamela Terry. In the Epilogue there is this, about doubt, some of it specific to the story, and these words which are more general: “doubt welcomes questions, and questions are often the doorway to truth. Truth can be elusive. Rarely is it easy to find. I’ve had to look for it, sometimes dig for it. There’ve been days when I’ve headed down a well-marked road—so sure and so certain—to find that it leads straight to nowhere. It’s only when I’ve turned right around and gone back to square one that I’ve spied a rarely trodden pathway hidden inside a thicket of trees and known that’s the way I must go. Truth, like beauty, reveals itself as you notice it; the more you see, the more you see.”
I love this.
ah yes–the more you see, the more you see…that is for sure
WHY my laptop filled in my husband’s name instead of mine, I dunno!! Gee whiz.
Case and point about unattended blogs, or in my case, web sties… you linked to my unattended web site which was hacked and I still need to find the time to go remedy that! I like seeing the calendar with this little piece 🙂
yeah, it’s all one big pain in the ass, geez, so much wasted time.
your paintings keep me calm.
It is! Glad to contribute to your calmness. Painting is good medicine for me, I hope to get back to it when school ends at the end of May. It’s been a long time. I am drawing, but painting calls me, too!
Good morning, Jude! It’s almost evening here. And it’s still cold and rainy. But when the clouds make room for the sun, it’s warm. So we’re almost there too.
I loved listening to the cloth’s story.
It’s been a slow coming spring but then a gain poof and we are there.
We are in de middle of stormy April. Perhaps this weekend we will have the poof here too!
Tried to get into Spiritcloth–but can’t find my password. I will miss the sidebars with all of the resources. Can you keep those?
I did not issue a password for spriticloth, just protecting it while I decide what to do. I will move links her when iIhave the time.
I still enjoy people’s blogs. But more and more are going by the wayside, and maybe mine included. I love your fabric layers. You create such beautiful fabric art pieces. I’ve had a fiddling day, nothing really has went well. So took a coffee break/fingers crossed. Enjoy a great week.
Really like the wind face, female to me. I see a male face looking out of the river. Both moving through but the base remains….thats life
ha, I did not see the other face.
blogging is not the supported means, we are being encouraged toward more social media.
I so enjoy hearing you describe the pieces you’re working on. It’s like going on a guided tour! It is a guided tour! And it’s nice to be reminded to consider the back of fabrics. Thanks Jude!
it is like waling through the story when I say, it helps it live in me.