22 July 2018

It's been a while



Social media has subsumed so much of online communication and sharing -- Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr -- that sometimes I forget about my blogs, which is a shame because the nature of a blog is more intimate. Blogs encourage writing -- duh, it's was all about journaling when blogs first started.  


And I've drifted from my artwork --  yes, I'll admit that work and family and other issues pretty much took over my life these past years.  I can't remember the last time I picked up a paint brush.  But things are changing for me once again.  Retirement is coming up and frankly, I cannot wait!  

So this morning I decided it was time to begin dabbling again.  Because time is short and I wanted to get outside and enjoy my Sunday afternoon before returning to work tomorrow, I decided to play with small digital collages.

It's almost like learning to ride a bike all over again!  Lots of 'mistakes' later, I was finally happy with what I did.  Time to share!  



These little works are all available on my RedBubble site -- greeting cards, prints, mugs, journal books and more.  I hope to keep up on these small tidbits until I feel like I'm not such an amateur!


Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.
Edgar Degas

31 December 2017

Last of 2017

Sometimes it gets to the point of ridiculousness how time slips through our grasp.  Today is New Year's Eve and, quite frankly, I'll be happy to see this year end.  But then again, I always feel this way about the current year as it comes to a close -- I suppose because the holiday season just rushes ahead, leaving us frazzled and stressed out.

So today, on a freezing cold day, I'm sitting in the lower level of the house, hunkered down and playing with stuff I never got around to posting / sharing.  I guess in some ways, I'll enjoy January - March just because it tends to be quiet and one feels quite content to hibernate.

Here are a few pieces I did in the past year or so -- sometimes these images get lost in the shuffle, buried under other "stuff."  







Wishing everyone a safe New Year's Eve
and a Happy New Year in 2018!

12 October 2017

Happy October!


Gosh, it's been so long since I've posted on my poor blog, I'm ashamed to admit it!  And yet life has a way of distracting one from all the ideas you had planned, the projects that you want to tackle -- and before you know it -- poof! -- weeks, months have gone by.

But October is one of my favorite months, as is Autumn in general. I love the summer and being able to move around without coats and boots, but at some point all the heat and brilliant colors become overwhelming, and one ends up waiting for a chilled breeze, the scent of fallen leaves scuffling underfoot.


Combing through my photos from when I started this blog back in 2007 or '08, I found some season-appropriate images that I thought I'd share.  I do have new ones, but like many of us these days, they're lodged in my cellphone -- someday I'll download them and play around with them.


I hope you're all enjoying the fall season so far, although many areas have been hit by such horrific disasters, those from Nature and those from our fellow humans.  But even a moment to find that hidden last blossom of a rose or a spray of little helicopter pods turning the most amazing array of hues should be a moment to relish!




 I'll try to be more diligent about posting. When I read back on my entries, it was a great reminder of how much the journaling helped with so many aspects of the creative life -- and how many wonderful friends I made over the years!

"I'm so glad I live in a world
where there are Octobers."

L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

02 January 2017

New Year, New Ways:


Necessity is the motherhood of invention.

What had been my newly remodeled craft / writing room created only about six months ago is now gone.  Actually, quite happily, I gave it back to our son, whose first foray into independent living with a bunch of his friends didn't quite work out. We said, "Come on back and re-group!"  So, here I am again, downstairs in the lower level of the house with little natural light, next to the laundry room.  But that's okay; I did that for almost 20 years.

It tends to be quiet, not in the daily flow of foot traffic, warm in the winter and cool in the summer. I can make a mess and leave it, which I was finding it hard to do in the new studio space -- it was just too darn pretty to mess around in.

So yesterday, New Year's Day, I wanted to do some quilting. But my son was snoring away in the room, recuperating from the previous night's party. Did I mention that I had such a huge stash of fabrics and yarns, I left them in the room with him, with a pledge not to stink them up too, too much (mothers are like that!) 

So now what to do? 

Downstairs, I began pulling out bits of exotic papers and specialty threads, little scraps of this and that, then decided to start with a basic one-patch - what quilters would call a basic building block to patchwork quilting. Using some lovely Japanese paper yarns I bought from Habu Textiles, NYC, years ago, I stitched through the papers, using a combination of stitches. The scrap of music score is from an old Dover book on Chopin, I believe (copyright free). "Cedez" means "give" in French. I truly like this idea of "paper quilting," a kind of simple collaging, I suppose.

So you see, I gave my studio to my son with all our love and support, and that move, in turn, gave me the gift of creating something I wouldn't normally have done. I think I'll start working on a 4-patch piece. I have a lovely batch of silk sample squares in a variety of textures, as well as a pile of fun Indian and Nepalese papers. In many ways, this reminds me of the traditional embroidery sampler young girls were required to make years and years ago; a way to learn a variety of stitches that would serve them well in the years to come.

Happy New Year!  
Let's hope for a better year ahead!  


18 December 2016

Winter Solstice

“I prefer winter . . . when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -
the loneliness of it . . . .  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.”   
Andrew Wyeth


Hush time, time to draw a breath . . .


A time to watch white flakes falling, whispers of wind slipping
between pine branches . . .



A time for firelight, memories and hope
for the days ahead . . .

 

Small stitches, humble shreds of fabric
weaving thoughts and sighs,
a rosary of regrets.