Listen to the road


Monday, September 13, 2021


Bettter. Maybe too light still. May dry darker. 

The question

 


This began with a lithograph of the Sphinx. Her gaze is so strong that it looked like the answer to something.I didn't know where it was going so began without any intention. She grew on me like a
Great Mother. Framing it was a hot job of ironing. I'd dropped that technique but used it again here.

This summer has been empty of making for me. My body and mind were tired from
everything so I walked and got stronger and cleaned and rearranged my making room
and tried to stay cool. I gave myself a break from expecting anything to get born.

I'm liking tis so much. It feels like I felt making it. I may paint a light wash over the white of 
the linen but that's all. Maybe sew a light frame around it. If I still have any readers here
What do you think about the light?


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Sunday, May 16, 2021

Elusive lavender

 


I have a good amount of fabric but couldn't match the sky in this painting.

It's lavender with a touch of indigo. Still, I learned a little about color from this.


Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Flowers from mom and cloth giving


 On my birthday my friend, who I rent my mom's house to, brought over a double armful of daffodils from mom's yard. It was like mom had somehow arranged it all. We used to gift each other daffodils as they bloomed on our birthday.


 I just had two surgeries and wanted to give a thank you gift to my neurologist and surgeon. The second cloth in my last post seemed to be the best choice so I made another one close to it in color and design. It's hard to tell but I think they both liked it. I love the lack of shaky hands and feet. 



 

 

 

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Older learning process revisited


I came across a bag of torn strips of fabric from Jude Hill's Cloth to Cloth class years ago.

This is the first result from going back and exploring it again. Have made 2 more since and

enjoy the process at the end of adding smaller squares to the finished weave. It

 breaks up expected patterns. 

Saturday, February 6, 2021

Messages and carriers

 

Thinking how the messages from our brain to body 

miraculously arrive. Trying to make a picture of how this may

happen in my imagination. The little crow carries a pebble.