With all the strange weather, and a lot of goings on behind the scenes, I missed it. That sense that the season has shifted. It is hard to tell what season is anymore, except change. Today I feel it. Shift. That reminder of how one (no) thing becomes another.
The three selves are free for now.
And I find myself working on another small piece...
Let's call it A Strange Peace.
All the while, looking like something from Star Wars after some strange fly bit me on the forehead while picking cucumbers.
(((Jude))) this strange weather, most peculiar mama… it’s an unseasonably warm winter here in the Blue Mountains of the Land Down Under!
I am sure we are only on the edge of strange..
The diffusion of screen in photos is wonderful.
Three cloth spirits-in-waiting.
My seasons don’t exactly match up with the calendar ones but I have always been off a bit.
Yeah, I love that screen thing too.
A bit off, maybe we’re related, ha!
Your work always opens emotions within myself, so glad you share so much of yourself with us all.
I saw “Strange Peace” and those thread beads reminded me of snow…it will be here before we know it.
I could love some snow…
These other places that you are going are something… transporting. And the free selves! Like paper dolls (which I love), but more.
I need to travel in my mind.
paper dolls, what memories.
I love your thought process because I can!💞
ha!
love curves ‘n circles. the coming back ’round. a gradual shift. carved wood has a life of its own. perhaps when its thread is used up, a small weaving will hang from it. reminds me of silverstein’s “the giving tree”…
just gave my copy of that book to my grandson
Ouch🦟 bugs rule here too! with woods and water near our house, and I always seem to have an allergic reaction to them more than the rest of the family. I keep Benadryl on hand…
Love those 3 new selves! Even without faces stitched 💙
I am covered with all kinds of bites, becoming more sensitive with age.
faceless is a relief somehow.
You’ve reminded me how I enjoyed our bird feeders back in the day. Now I watch for them wild and free flying!
I always wanted to learn to whittle 🙂 Last night, I thought of the driftwood I sent you and how good it felt in my hand. Left me smiling. I wonder where the 3 selves will travel to next?
oh to whittle like the sea
Mysterious moons, little house popping out, stars everywhere…an otherworldly feel. And peace. Love it!
sometimes peace seems otherworldly. These days.
The Moon ( it was So Bright last night I could not sleep!!) — love how it is sprinkling it’s magic through-out this new piece, and the 3 Selves!💚
I’ve had so many bites this year; mosquito, chiggers, fire ant –ugh! ( Hope your “Star Wars” lump ( omg, 😅) heals quickly!
Strange times, indeed.
yeah, the balance is changing, bugs rule here at this point.
They’ve always ruled here😆
ha!
How wonderful, “thread is like food for me”!
and I have so much!
the thread beads on this one are delightful. like how you’ ve sprinkled them.
yes, this gave me some new ideas.
Elemental comes to mind. I love the curved lines of the selves, leaning into or away? 🙂
leaning is so interesting.
The three selves have a lovely flowing quality.
yes, anything could happen…
LOVE the Three Selves, Jude!!!! They’re so expressive. Can’t wait to see where they end up residing!
Happy Lammas, and a Blessed Corn 🌝 Moon!
I like them free, wandering around considering base.