Talking... I seem to have the same thing to say over and over, which is say it even it doesn't seem worth saying, give it form.
Today, She Needed a Longer View...
Talking... I seem to have the same thing to say over and over, which is say it even it doesn't seem worth saying, give it form.
Today, She Needed a Longer View...
I once asked the Czech glass artist Dana Zamecnikova where she found her inspiration & she replied- ”Where else can we put all the fears, joys, sadness, frustrations & wonders but in the art?”
Safety…thinking of repetition. The part where no decision needs to be made. Sometimes a place to rest.
You are amazing.
Enjoying this so much. Messages here for my own life now and memories of past separations from the grid (home base). But always around the bend something unexpected that somehow puts the past into perspective. It’s good to have company on the journey. Thank you all
So you and the cloth become one.
Seeing that chaos precedes creation in life, as well as patchwork. An on-going rhythm continuously replayed as the unknown becomes known. Our challenge is often a willingness to wait for the unfolding. We wait with you, Jude, for this next home… filled with natural light, a sense of place and an earthen kiln. It’s coming, as surely as the sunrise. Only fear blocks our longer view. But as my ski instructor told me following a crash, “Focus on where you want to go, not on where you don’t want to go.” The timing of this class with your going clearly confirms your direction. And ours. Perhaps love is the grid for going without knowing in life.
The white light on the side pieces you added is stunning. Something very powerful moving through!
I feel that chaotic mind flow too …. ever since the hurricane hit here in October!
Love the brightness flowing through the stray from the eyes!
I just love “I let my thoughts interfere with what I’m doing” – perfect definition of the free flow of creative labor.
it helps to freshen things up a bit…
Your ‘nothing to say’ is so full.
there’s never nothing to say really, just an evaluation of worth
Do you know Pablo Neruda wrote his poems always in green ink because he thought it symbolized hope. I do particularly like the shadows created by the floating 4patch/big moon.
i didn’t. but hope seed like a seed , for growth, so I made it green
shadows are so fleeting, i love that they depend on one’s perspective.
there is hope, the safety net is in place now its time to fly to the moon
and she has wings of silk
I always find myself searching for the longer view. Sometimes, life blocks the Horizon. ha.
less helps
I love this: “it’s helpful not to stay static” and then the use of splitting and aligning. Can’t wait to try.