Melting into May.
Meanwhile, I have come to love Maggie even more for the way she seems to bloom anytime she needs to and never seems to care about schedule. Suddenly, one more blossom. Just one. I need no "why?".
Melting into May.
Meanwhile, I have come to love Maggie even more for the way she seems to bloom anytime she needs to and never seems to care about schedule. Suddenly, one more blossom. Just one. I need no "why?".
Dear Jude,
Aaah breathe, perfection is merely a summit that eludes the many because one compares themselves with the nimble fingers of centuries of tradition. I see your continental darned cloth there and understand the dilemma yet comparing what you do to the age old traditional stitching is like comparing Picasso to Titian. They are completely different in their skillset, therefore each unique unto themselves. It is a woman’s trait to feel less than in the presence of greatness, but never see their own worth as being truly awesome. Your story cloths are unique and hold so much memory and communication, just looking at them teaches us to feel or awareness. The darned cloth holds stitches well executed but with little story projected that we can read. Know your work is worthy.
I AM ENOUGH.
My goodness, that was energizing!
A wonderful colorful cat and so nice of Maggie to bloom once more.
how she randomly presents is quite amazing…
Trees are aware of what goes on around them, and I’d imagine they practice a sypmathetic response and evolution… but I also wonder if a sense of self expression, pride, or sympathy come into play in some great or small way.
Seeing her layers, I love it.
I have so much awe really. Just watching.
In a way she is formless.
You seem so much lighter Jude, it’s good to read and feel
I feel different. Sort of in between heaviness and lightness.
Working past the not liking…thinking about that. And about just being. 🙂
All of it is necessary somehow.
“I tryed to feel her too fast”
Oh yes, the time it takes…..so much truth in that on so many
levels.
Maggie knows
Or maybe Maggie doesn’t need to know…
Your stray Self appears betwixt & between…
–how brave you are in your honesty, Jude!
I think we all feel these things (I know I Do!)
& Yay, Maggie; becuz she can!
probably I am here a lot, my dreams look like this, all melted together.
It’s simple. Just because she can.
and she let’s herself …
Not needing the Why? is big (to/for me)…I’m getting there more and more. Melting. Liquid puzzle…no whys.
I think there are so many whys that exist at the same time, it becomes useless on some days to even try to go there.
As I take in this new piece .. I find a sadness in her eyes.. I sense a acceptance of change. Perhaps a meeting of feelings and of mind.
She is steadfast and self assured .. sharing her unspoken determination to continue the story.
i think she is in transition. Not that is not always true but maybe more softly apparent.
Happy Mother’s Day! 🌞✨
Mothering can be so much!
I felt over the last year 2023, that I really was in control of my work. I was walking the dog vs the dog walking me. Then in 2024 the bottom fell out, the dog bit me, and I am left feeling incompetent. I thought this whole rearrangements of the planets would strengthen me. Instead it scrambled. And maybe in the scramble that will make the work stronger. But the process hurts. Melting helps. Moving forward too. And faith.
the whole concept of control is so confusing… in the way it can be a decision that could be either holding on or letting go.
I guess process is a kind of exercise. Today it felt like stretching.
Go Maggie, that is sweet. I can so relate to not feeling skilled when working, especially when it comes to watercolor. I like that you’ve given the self more ocean. I, too, miss the ocean, but it is SO inside me after many, many years living close to it.
The waves are so important to me…
Glad you found more of them 🙂
Yeah!
Melting is seamless?!
That is so beautiful…
this sounds like my weekend which i have spent trying to get the treadle tie-ups to my countermarch loom properly done. ended up breaking one cord which i think I can repair without buying more cord.
I, too, was feeling so unskilled!!! but my patience seemed to be okay…….
So it will be ok…a journey…
I am glad to see you melting into what will be. That, in itself, is an art. Wishing you Maggie’s Spirit … She’s a beaut.💞
Nature teaches me to adapt.
I think most of us don’t like how what we are trying make is going in the beginning… I know I have that feeling all the time! and thankfully I’m to stubborn to quit! I’m glad you didn’t she is even more beautiful 💙💙💙
wait and see might be my best friend
i so like “i need no why”
the answer is just there without the question.
I can relate to that Jude 🙏🥰thanku
it is always reassuring to connect…thank you
She seems to have knowing & sad eyes. Sometimes we have trouble accepting what is coming through us via art.
Always a journey, isn’t it? Thanks Jude for your honesty ♥️
yes, I am humbled by my own journey.
“….sometimes, I feel so unskilled when I am working.” Oh dear me, this is exactly it. It makes me feel better that you are saying this. I bring all the doubts and questions with me and the little judgements that, upon examination, are tedious and not true. In one of your videos you mentioned that you set things aside. This statement was a freedom for me.
it is so important to recognize the poetry in process.
Oh yes, the poetry of process in run-on sentences with no red pencils or editors ✌️