Arising From an Inner Warmth
I called it that. I still call it that.
I like the word arising. A is for that, as opposed to Suddenly. Arising is slow. Slower, As if it has been long enough to remember willing it. Wanting it. I will add added this word to the glossary.
I have begun finishing up some old pieces in the Frame of Mind Series. At one time I had planned a showing. That path has changed for many reasons. All of which are very personal. I cannot really explain.
I love the stitch in this one, even though it was mostly about color. It was about color here.
Now it is more about both. How one thing arises from another.
Thinking this morning that arising is also moving towards something…
leaning almost
I love the passionate fire colors & the stitching flaming outward! [because of the stories I’ve been reading & hearing, I can’t help thinking of the mythical Firebird — and also the Phoenix]
Also ” How one thing arises from another.” — and it’s different from planting an acorn & expecting an oak. Who knows What might arise as inner & outer contexts dance and change?! The joys of making…. 🙂
Love your nine patch in it . . .
it’s like a seed
Arising ❤️
it’s soft, isn’t it?
I love your stitching in that one too ❤️
I like that you can “see” it with your fingers.
Yes exactly!
this is simply stunning
thanks, this one of my favorites, got me started on something I never finished thinking about.
Love the warmth of the sun arising over the cool blues & greens of the earth. Lighting & shading the white clouds.
I like your words