Upon which many other gang members wanted a hat as well, 'Fancy Dress, hurray Saskia, oh yes let's!' So I fiddled with these tiny acorn caps and fine feathers and tried to find heads and hats to match; I'm afraid I didn't have enough to go round, and some heads were just too small....however they enjoy admiring each other just as much as having a hat themselves; here's a picture of some of them..... getting all of them together and then sit still was quite a challenge...perhaps another day
Thursday, 29 September 2016
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Saturday, 17 September 2016
one of the treasures I brought back with me from our trip to the UK 'The Serendipity Foundation' by Sam Smit; I bought it at Heffers Bookshop, where I found myself so overwhelmed by the abundance of books, new titles and unheard-of writers, I chose safely, i.e. either authors I already knew and was sure I would enjoy, or had at least at some point in time read a book review about (even if I couldn't remember whether it had been positive or not, the name had for some reason stuck in my mind)
One bookcover caught my eye, and even though I had never heard of the author I decided it was worth the risk, the risk being several pounds, so no big deal really. I have since googled his name and discovered his book was published by Unbound, how serendipitous, as I've recently plegded towards the funding of Sylvia Linstaedt & Rima Staines Tatterdemalion also to be published by Unbound - in Cambridge I was completely unaware such a publisher existed, and now not only do I own one of their beautiful books, soon another will arrive and as some of you may know Rima Staines and her amazing, beautiful artwork, you can guess how excited I am by this prospect. What's so special about this publishing initiative is that the authors get to keep half of the
proceeds profits, which makes for a much better deal for the actual creators.
from the link The Serendipity Foundation. Unbound this excerpt:
Sam Smit grew up in The Lost Gardens of Heligan as it was being restored, and around the dinner table where The Eden Project was dreamed up. It was a youth of watching people come together and achieve amazing things.
we went for our morning walk and were greeted by this tiny frog, at first he kept leaping away from us, but once he'd sussed we meant no harm he agreed to sit still and let me get a close-up shot; he's very, very small, hardly bigger than the acorn you see in the picture below, just as green though;
|treasures collected on the walk|
just before we left the house, friend A. rang: 'are you interested in some wooden tiles, 6.5 square meteres to be precise?' 'Yes, of course I am, even though I haven't the foggiest what to do with them as yet'
so here are the stacks, friend A., who's an architect, suggested I might use them in the middle part of the studio floor and use straight wooden planks along the edges, how ingenious is that, plus very classy indeed! Another Autumn project has transpired.
|our eldest said: 'what if we stuck the root parts of our store-bought spring onions into the earth, would they take root and grow?'|
the answer is YES!
|also from friend A. a fruitjuicer; in the glass my first home-made fresh apple/pear juice, from fruits freshly picked an hour before, the taste is incredible, absolutely incredible.|
Friday, 16 September 2016
apart from disturbing the slow-sex-slug couples* in the field, I've been following Django on our daily walks in the woods and fields nearby; the walls of wood are impressive and will bring warmth to our houses: renewable energy! As mentioned in the previous post, the light shining through and new vistas throughout the woods are a pleasure to behold.
the woodchoppers leave spray-painted messages for each other 'beware of the wasps!' 'big' 'fibre' numbers in circles on different stacks, abbreviations from which I deduce they refer to the respective new owners
* or as my friend M.M. on facebook commented: 'tantric little creatures aren't they'
In some places I follow him across the canals and in other spots I join him in the water: we swim in the river the Linge just across the road, which is also a dike
am also over-dyeing and stitching clothes, this silk blouse was turning from a black-bean grey-toned beauty into a lacklustre piece, so I dipped it into the copper pot in an avocado/onion/walnut mix; I then forgot about it, time & heat did their best: the subtle results a greenish/pinkish layering, very hard to capture on camera!
|in the dyepot once again thise intriguing critters with the long tails, what are they?|
addendum on the creepy crawlies: have done a little more 'research' on internet and have discovered the larvae are probably from the blinde bij, a kind of zweefvlieg or hoverfly Eristalis tenax;
it's is called a rattenstaartlarve or rat-tailed maggot
finally managing to get a grip on these two blouses which are very slowly becoming dresses, if I don't hurry up it will be too cold to wear them! the top one is very thin and light, I'm aiming to make the skirt-part* as hip-huggingly tight as possible, thereby enabling the top part to billow out a little and stay weightless, if you know what I mean
* a cut-off from the Larger Cloth, a.k.a. MyWorld, nice to be wearing a bit of my world on my hips, ha
this one will be a lot straighter and longsleeved as the shirt (it is in fact a boy's shirt) has sleeves, with the skirt-part lined with another piece of thin fabric as it's a bit too see-through at the moment, this will also give it sturdiness; I like the fact I'm resusing the pocket from yet another blouse
Sunday, 11 September 2016
* I keep meaning to take a rucksack with me next time I go for a walk so I can collect more; I also keep forgetting to do so, which is pretty annoying, what to do?
I cannot remember if I have mentioned this before, but I used to play with dolls a lot in my childhood. I even had a pair of baby twins, a boy and a girl, anatomically correct, both had blond hair, which was okay as I did too and being their mother that made sense; their brown eyes could be attributed to my childhood sweetheart who therefore must the father. Conception had no secrets for us, egg-semen-womb were involved, even if we didn't fully understand how relations between partners actually worked.
our eldest son was back home for a night and I was eager to show him the StrangeDoll, as I value his opinion on all that matters to me; he liked it very much, especially with the bed: 'a veritable piece of art mum' is what he said.
I want to make more
Sunday, 4 September 2016
listened to this video of W.S. Merwin over and over again this afternoon, whilst snipping, cutting and sewing; lots of interesting stuff, very much related to what I'm up to I think; it's well worth a listen
tried capturing the large spider on camera in his web by our back door, as soon as he noticed my presence he made a run for it! he's the blurry bit on the left below; we tend not to use the back door for entering and leaving the house, so he's usually undisturbed enabling him to catch all the insects he can muster, an eco-friendly way of keeping the mosquitoes out of the house
some might recognize this bit of sewn cloth, a detail with a dog and two small birds from the Larger Cloth; yepski I have started to cut it up.....
first impression of the Strange Doll, the light is bad as it's evening and I am too tired to try and make a better photo; more details-in-stitch are required such as eyes for her and a mouth at the very least for him