I lit a fire. Sometimes I stand there, thanking my lucky stars. Sometimes I am being watched. A stack of larger cloths. Because I love a stack of stories. I took this one, Balancing Act, off the wall. Put it on the big round table. Because I think, the table rings, the circles, even just the impression of basket, I need that to be part of everything going forward. Yes. And here we go. I will let the line disappear […]
That’s what motivates me. Just to see. Simple enough. I could hear it. A walk down the hill, just to see how much water has passed through the boundary wall to fuel the ever growing tiny river here. The water that springs up right out of the ground. Probably some digging would encourage more flow, but I would rather just watch this amazing process. Another thin embroidery sample, using a hoop instead of stitching on multiple layers as I do. […]
Recurring themes dreams… Not possible I say to myself, to settle my chaos. To gather it all, to Make Sense. I can only feel it, like in a dream. Words can be useless in times like these. Like a lot of dreams, I cannot remember in a way to explain, but there was a going. Here, evidence of that. What if art is simply evidence…? Then, looking back, finding story told. Yes, that is why I continue, so there might […]
This will come off the wall today. For growth line stitching. And a sharpie, yes, not romantic, but permanent. I use them. Mostly because I had them and then because they bring out something in me. I have added Tools and Materials to the Glossary so I might talk about what is useful to me, update my approach since it has been so long since I created my first workshop where I talked about all that. Soon, but I am […]
One thing (is there such a thing?) is always becoming another. I can’t talk about what is happening here yet. It’s a C2P thing. And I am so in between. The one thing I can say is that I feel, deeply feel, both the joy and sadness in becoming. Just like that. Nameless reasons. Perhaps life’s patchwork, in perspective. Skeave is next. Looming, skeave is looming. What a fun play on words I just said to myself. Words are so […]
A painted dot. Actually this is an old one. Painting that is. Cropped to make a dot. A dot can bring focus. Make more of a point. And it’s looking at you as if to say, well everything you need to hear. Which, of course, you can already say to yourself. You don’t need me for that.
So so warm. Rain. This is as close as I can get to a snowman being, but I can stitch one.. No snow, that will change. We are home again. That will change. The Alphabet Soup quilt has changed hands. Cannot believe I took no picture. I think I was in a joyous fog. Bruno has us waiting. That will change. This is a Just Going patch. I have made many of these moon(dot) faced beasts. I realize they are […]