|it was going to go somewhere else, however we all know a woman changes her mind more often than not, so the small tree patch has landed in this log cabin mini-quilt, not that I knew what it was until I learned about this motif, where other than over at Jude's, where I was carried away via the virtual waves to womenfolk.com, very quaint indeed|
wonderful how fast we are able to travel these days
the cream/green silk comes from Dee and the pale blue from Julie, the stained silk from my wedding dress; the very fine cotton is, if I remember correctly, from a blouse my sister-in-law handed down to me
it never ceases to amaze me -when I make myself think about it- how in such a small square there are already so many connections....I haven't even mentioned all the effort that went into producing the fabrics themselves, the dyes, the threads; come to think of it, everything I make is always part of something bigger, resulting sometimes as a final product at the end of a long line of human production and/or natural processes
humbling to realize how small I actually am; I tend not to think too much about the bigger picture (or my place in the world) focused as I am on my belly button, very much the centre of my world; child-like almost
Saturday, 11 February 2017
Saturday, 4 February 2017
Arjen Lubach, Dutch comedian
I believe the only thing that can save us is laughter!
|thinking of sewing the tree-print-patch onto this one, adding a layer|
|display on windowsill; the humble toothbrush has become purely decorative, I tried brushing my teeth with it: the wood is just so uncomfortable! too hard in my sensitive mouth, ha|
|ever expanding and contracting collection of small cushions, where have the other ones gone? memory's a fine thing|
Saturday, 14 January 2017
at least the studio is cosy and warm, snug with the wooden walls; i'm sketching with fabric, long drawings, landscape impressions, glimpses of blue moons - thanks to Jude - the beautiful squares are from Julie, i have so much to be grateful for.....
|i thought of folding this one and now rather like it as is, the shape reminding me of a skirt, so that'll be it's title 'the half skirt'; still needs a backing for the left part plus want to integrate the right part more with the blue silk|
Shakey Graves performing 'dearly departed'
Sunday, 8 January 2017
|Jude's Bundles, minus the When Worlds Collide fabric, of which 2 small snippets were used in the cushion|
this small cushion is made with two layers of thin fabric on both sides; the colourful side is made up of four squares sewn together as Jude has taught me, so the seams fold flat by themselves, the patchwork has been basted onto a white cotton square; the grey/white side consists of two oblongs scraps sewn together in the same way, basted onto two similarly sewn cotton strips, laid in the opposite direction, creating a fake 4 part square patchwork; the tree has been stamped onto an older plain white patchscrap.
I'm very aware of how dominant the need within of being the owner of all that I make is, the ego thing is big; and yet here I have used a fabric dyed by another person I know (albeit virtual) and a stamp block created by someone completely unknown to me and what I tentatively seek (here) is a collaboration of sorts, a letting go of this ownership. Of connecting with others.....My friend A. who happened to drop by today and with whom I can discuss these kinds of things, referred to it as 'inter-being'
|I took lots of photo's of the art in the Ludwig museum, I won't bore you with all of these images; I do want to share this particular lady whom I find highly amusing as she looks away from us Cheshire Cat-like to her left, is there perhaps something that amuses her I wonder; a glance that makes me smile in recognition even though we are forever seperated by all the years between us; alas I don't have her name, the photographer was Karl Schenker|
Friday, 30 December 2016
|a growing collection, some have gone, more are added on a regular basis|
As always thinking way too much whilst walking, on such matters as 'why do what I do?''why bother?' knowing there aren't any real answers to these kinds of musings....how the other day a friend visiting in the studio mentioned she could see how I was on a search, the individual pieces are in fact studies for whatever....yes, that is it
fragments of thought:
the studio is more and more a reflection of self, imperfect & unfinished - which is a good thing, for only death brings finality -
talent is, as I see it, stretching (beyond) the bounderies of one’s limitations....
How I ‘work’: by association, never a proper plan, I just start, get going.... one thing inevitably leading to another, often unrelated, but somehow circling towards the same goal
expression, impress, breathing, non-verbal communication, communion
|happy new year|
Saturday, 24 December 2016
* never a specific date: it occurs as the mood takes them, this year it happens to coincide roughly with christmas and solstice
the Unthanks performing 'King of Rome' nice tale......
Tuesday, 6 December 2016
what it looked like and how it is slowly becoming something else:
warmer, earthier, more me