Even though it is winter...
Or maybe because it is winter.
Many seeds. On the cloth I call Grow. Before bed mostly. Like counting sheep. I was counting but then I lost myself in too many to count. I can see them or just close my eyes and feel them.
Even though it is winter...
Or maybe because it is winter.
Many seeds. On the cloth I call Grow. Before bed mostly. Like counting sheep. I was counting but then I lost myself in too many to count. I can see them or just close my eyes and feel them.
Really resonating with your words today… thinking about all the old paintings and how some that I thought were odd balls and weird or not “good” ended up being seeds for much later work. Thinking about joy. If I had to put a word or two on my work, I think it would be mystery, that it’s all about sharing the mystery somehow. But within that there is this profound astonishment in the natural world and that is a form of joy. Hmmm, going to muse on this while slowly and carefully bringing in lots and lots of wood after I finish my dandelion coffee. Thanks for the thought-seeds 🙂
there is joy in what we love, no matter what it is.
Yeah, lots and lots of wood, geez and it will just keep getting colder…
Nice to come back inside to the warm fire, though, after working outside! Rhu is currently belly up in front of the wood stove after a little jaunt outside earlier 😺
How beautiful this thread is. ‘Thread’ that joins so many souls of like minds. Thank you.
yes, a thought-full thread, imagine that
That old sunday school song. Because stitching is music.,.
I’ve got the joy of quilting joy of quilting down in my heart.
Where?
Down in my heart.
Where?
Down in my heart. I’ve got the joy of quilting quilting joy of quilting down in my heart. Down in my heart to stay.
it is a great honor to have you come by with a song, Jan…❤️🎶
loving this “ancient seed catalog” you’ve unearthed. buried treasure. how re-discovering for a second, third or even ninth time can bring just as much delight as the original making. living joy…
And how does out garden grow?…
Imagine me, sitting here, knitting away in rings…nodding my head. “Yes, yes exactly.” 🙂 Thought of the seeds as twinkle lights this morning. Planning on some sewing today too.
I am imagining you and me nodding our heads in unison so many miles away.
Joy – yes! and light. Those two words have been on my mind and in my heart lately. I tried to move toward the “artist thing” and it caused a sort of interference/darkness. Back to the joy of creating in cloth and toward more light. Thank you for sharing your journey and please continue sharing your paper musings.
I think the internet has had some negative effect on the joy of just making, there is a tremendous pressure on creative folks to be more than they are. or need to be.
Many loose pages to come.
Yes! to your ” … negative effect on the joy of just making, there is a tremendous pressure on creative folks to be more than they are. or need to be. … ”
And also to Sharon and Jen’s posts.
This has been my direction for the past nine months or so (nine months — what is growing and perhaps about to be born?
I think it is simply confusing really. Because for some it is a deep need but everything these days has been linked to marketing and it distorts the idea of audience. It is hard, some folks indeed need to make a living but social media has changed the way we look at that. I suppose we could go on and on about that but media has crept into our lives is a very weird way, it is hard to think for yourself. I will save this rant for another day…
You are an illustrator.
Your medium is fiber.
yes, it happened that way, maybe there is enough time for paper too.
Those glittery thread beads are so wonderful – my fingers vibrate just looking at them!
a million points of light, hopefully that many…
something about this post…..reading it while i watch this dim light of a Rain morning rise over the crest of this Hill….i suddenly wanted to hang that blanket of log cabin spirals on the pvc pipe that’s suspended across the room but then, realize i can’t because i’ve got that little propane heater going there and it’s the only place for it eee There’s a lot of joy in those spirals and i suddenly thought of Michelle and she said
figure something out, grace
ok
Yes, there is joy in figuring things out. Michelle. Miss her. But she is right here with us this morning.
Your thoughts, expressed in your words and art, followed me down to the Woods and Lake this morning. I saw a thin branch lying on the ground. I stood it up….and there was your Seeing Tree!!
Now I am imagining a whole forest of seeing trees. A vision fest.
And the world asks, “What is it? What will you DO with it?” , and I try to explain it is about pouring myself out toward curiosity and attentiveness. Noticing is a high art form. It is not production. Something like that….
Yes, something just like that…
yes, exactly
Your photo itself is art. I love your posts ❤️
thanks, it is so great how easy it is to take and share photo moments these days…
“the drive is fueled by joy”
Yes, a thousand times yes.
It’s not about the $, the fame, the game, the recognition…it’s about im breathing therefore I’m making ( or thinking!) It’s all about that.
Nothing excites me more than creating.
Stay warm and snug…I’ve got to go out and pick citrus, rescue plants …the deep freeze is coming.
wheee. 😜🙄
((“Eye seeds” 💓💓💓)
yes, a deep deep freeze is coming. This blanket is my winter garden.
💚💚💚💚
YES to it all. A very timely message I needed to remember.
how is it that our true voice gets drowned out? Too much noise I think.
Yes the joy is it 💙
and I’m inspired by your drawings thank you for sharing them!
I am reinspired!
Thank you Jude, thats what i need today………..joy.
I am overflowing so why not spread it around? 🌞
I really enjoy looking at your loose drawings … and hope you will continue to share them here
thank you Liz, for a while I couldn’t reconnect but suddenly it’s become all one thing. I look forward to sharing them.