In the beginning of this year I talked about the firstborn owl, and now it’s autumn again and the rest of the gang feel safe to come out of the forest to show of their gray wool feathers…
They’re all made out of felted sweaters, knitted in thick gray wool once upon a time. Hand sewn softies are the best. Plus, I love how their personality shines through.
I enjoy planning them, sewing them and becoming their mama as I sew on the beak, eyes and wings…
I don’t wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work.
Pearl S. Buck
Hello Thursday and hello dear series of dragonfly collages (continuing from this collage).
And hi there blues! Yes, that’s right. Blue! Blue as in blue colors, not the feeling (trying to shake it and move on). I have never claimed blue as mine, and it’s rare that I’m drawn to blue things except maybe blue jean and cute little smurfs. I don’t find it a very happy color, so it doesn’t cheer me on like red, yellow or green. But even though blue does not feel like a iHanna color it’s still part of my vocabulary – at times a big part of it… Continue reading
The desire to do something because you find it deeply satisfying and personally challenging inspires the highest levels of creativity, whether it’s in the arts, sciences, or business.
One of the themes in my current Art Journals are patterns. The past two years I’ve, without consciously thinking about it, created a lot of pattern. It wasn’t a decision, it just happened. But now that I look back, I can see the theme, much as is true with photography. Patterns emerge when you take a step back.
My Art Journal is becoming a book of patterns.
October’s Spotted Photo Theme is Nature! I doubt there is anyone who doesn’t love that stuff. If you have a camera you have photographed in nature at some point. I know I do it a lot. Among other things I love to notice the shifting seasons. The change of season always inspires me to go out and look at nature.
I actually found I have several photo themes inspired by nature, but the one I’ve been thinking about this month is the theme of where I live: close to a water-filled bustling canal. I wish I had a deep forest or ocean nearby but I don’t. Instead I live at the intersection of rail roads, train stations, roads, several big industrial areas and a canal where big cargo boats pass daily. It’s an intersection of traffic, and when I thought of it like that I realized how much I like those intersections. I love when nature meets the urban atmosphere. It’s even more interesting to me than, say, just greenery or water.
I love seeing architecture meet the wild, or even being overgrown by nature. I like all the structures and columns of man built bridges, roads that rise over water and ground. Love it! So that’s my theme, and because this is where I take my daily walks, this is what I often photograph.
Nature and rust. Pavement and rain. Bridge and sky. High and low.
Wishing you a beautiful weekend with some eye candy from this summer. I have so many beautiful photos in my folders, I could do this all week. Well, I won’t but I do hope you like these…
It’s the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen.
In almost all of the art journal peeks that I share here you’ll see close-up photos. Sure, I like to include the whole page or spread, but also several close-ups of the details.
I just feel compelled to photograph the details that I adore so much. Often lots of them.
With mixed media, layers, collage and paint splatter you sometimes have to come close and stroke the page to enjoy it. Photographing the finished page is also part of my art practice.
Photographing my artwork is like making it artful a second time, but without cutting it up. I love it, and I hope you do too.
I am sharing lots of detail from one single spread today… Enjoy!
The label of this yarn that I bought Friday says: Stricken kann süchtig machen! And if you’re a knitter you understand, even if you don’t speak German…
Knitting can be addictive. Very addictive. And isn’t autumn all about cozying up indoors with a yummy ball of wool and turning it into something wearable? I think so. I think that’s the reason autumn was invented. So we could all roll up under handmade quilts, watch a movie without needing blinds for the windows – and just make stuff. Mmm! Oh, and put those knitted socks to use too.
The yarn is called Zauberball 100, by Schoppel. It’s ombre in purplish, pinks and browns 100 % virgin wool. I was convinced by knitting friends (who recently opened a yarn shop of all things!) to knit a skirt, though I doubt the usefulness, the prettiness and the idea of a knitted skirt. Who wears that? With what, and when anyway?
Christlike communications are expressed in tones of love rather than loudness. They are intended to be helpful rather than hurtful. They tend to bind us together rather than to drive us apart. They tend to build rather than to belittle.
L. Lionel Kendrick
More naked than I dare to be in the world, this comes out on the page.
I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Thanks for all your good thoughts, smiles, and love, posted in correspondence to my previous rather gloomy post. It’s still raining here, but only outside my dirty windows.
I’ll be back soon, maybe even tomorrow, with another unplanned post… Hopefully with more energy and loads of sunshine.
Oh. Still love the unwritten lyrics:
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words to say
I’ll go ahead and say them anyway
Forget your balls and grow a pair of tits…
It’s hard, it’s hard, it’s hard out here for a bitch
Sometimes it’s hard to hear all the advice on how to make your life better. Hard.
Just start, they say. Just move. Just try something. Simply take one step forward. Make small changes. Smile even though your’re sad…
The sky just opened up here, and the rain is falling heavy and hard outside my window. The sound is almost intrusive. I think it feels appropriate for the mood I have been in this week. Gloomy-like. I have lots of things to share, but couldn’t get myself to feel inspired to write about them.
This collage, this post, this. It’s my tiny step forward, next week I’ll take another one.
Collage for me can always be a forward motion, a steppingstone, though sometimes I rather not move.
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