Sun's return.
Sun changes everything.
Today I sit with paper. I sit with watercolors. I sit with my past. I think about how going back can simply be turned into going forward. Not holding on or repeating, but going.
There was an idea here, as I recall, a concept. The cloth scraps, scraps of self. Stitched to paper. Gluing cloth, nah... Then some stray self might form around them with paint or pencil. I discarded the idea at the time. Mixed media confuses me. But this, ok, I think I feel something useful here... both materials are still themselves.
Love!
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Fathers.🤎
I miss him.
Well I deleted Jetpack and reinstalled and got at least a nonautomatic way to comment (meaning lines to fill out below the box). We’ll see if I can get my streamlined commenting path back.
yeah Jetpack has been acting up. I recently cannot comment on Liz’s blog. Here we are, the technology challenge. Everywhere we turn.
love love love this
I love that it might speak to you.
Oh this is someone I would love to walk a while with and listen to the stories told or share a metaphoric glass of beer with, as we did so. …so artful..so full.
And yes..every so often, we have to go back to go forward ..it does works well for so many things.
So good to ‘hear’ things father’s and mothers sometimes say when they stand and look over our shoulders. There is much loving to hear.
Love your posts.
Thanks.It puts the day at rest…. for starters.
memories emerge at such unexpected moments
I see him following a wee person in a red hood
We see what we see…
In this piece, the painted part and the cloth seem to blend to me … like the beast’s hair could be coming down onto the cloth in embroidered points, the way you so often “marry” one piece of cloth to another. I like this … a paper “doll” with fabric clothes. Intriguing.
I think more might evolve over time, in terms of integration. Cloth 2 paper2 cloth…
Wonderful 🧡🧡🧡
Love, love, love this foxy little guy. He is a fox, right? How about his bushy tail?
It’s me so it is a she fox. or Fox-ish…
I heard a vixen in the wee hours this morning, and thought of this and you.
a loose and wonderful journal box
and out pops a foxy vixen in her sun day best!
i love your art all ways
I hear voices coming from that box
Recycling ideas is useful. I often see something completely new.
Yay for paper and cloth!
Needle and brush. Nice visit with your dad!
yes, a good work will evolve, let there be new!
I miss Dad, he stopped working when I began, he told me later he did not want me to feel like I was competing.
Oh my. How selfless of him. Gave me goosebumps.
I’m not sure I understood the weight of it back then.
Our younger selves often didn’t I think. Different perspective with experience and age. I like it.
Ooo! Look how thin these comments get!! 🤣
They are themselves and they are beautiful. 🙂 Sun is just coming up and into the room here, love that moment.
What a wonderful piece!
today it seems new
Oh what a glorious sunrise, leaves are thinning and here comes the longer view.
I love this so much…the actual art is grand, I love how you are integrating old w new and “hearing”your father’s voice.
Magical Jude!
Happy October! 🍂🎃🍁
Dad liked me working on paper and watercolor was his love.
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