Every early morning we walkthe fence line in our neighborspasture. David, Philo, Rusty,Mama V and me. (Man Manno longer joins us becauseof his aged back-he staysat home and snacks on thetreats I leave as we go.) Always a mouse or vole tohunt, a deer hoof to smelland other critters who shallremain un-namedwho have lefttheir mark […]
I have been meditating on the wordnourish this Thankgiving as I prepareto go to my sister-in-laws for dinner. To feed or sustain, that’s what mostdefinitions say… I am nourished this Thanksgiving. By my family and the animalswho journey with me in this life.They nourish my true heart. By my dearest friends, Linda,Eileen, Monica, Cheryl, Anitaand […]
Today was a make day.Not collage, but this….. Looking forward to the holidays.
I read Leslie Avon Miller’s postFriday morning and have beenthinking about rules while I completed these two collages. Most of my work lately has been8×8 inches. I realized that while Iwork in rectangles, I don’t like them.If I have a found frame then I will useit, but As a RULE,I think in squares.I even like […]
The frost on Thursday coatedevery leaf and blade of grasslike glitter. Even the reindeer mosswas outshined by thecrystals of ice. An embroidered rockwith stories to share.
Who lives here I do not knoweven Philo could not tell me sobut biscuits he could eat with cheeras he licks his chops here. Sun totems of all thesedogs, people and trees.
Mist risingA gathering of ducksFootprints tellWho came to visitin the frozen night.
http://www.dailycandy.com/boston/article/77497/Essence-Custom-Fragrances Jay’s shop makes the news on Daily Candy. See the link above. Exciting times for a new business…..
Inspired by Ruth Rae’s new book“Layered, tattered & stitched”,I played around with heart imagesand fabric stamping with bubblewrap and mark making with inkand maps and sewn kraft andthe results are above. The heart at the top is stuffed, stitched and painted gold with applied applique that was also painted and burned. The other two hearts […]
Today was cold and raw and I imagined purple trees some whiff of a sigh before the long, cold winter sets all color aside.