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a good combo …

April 26, 2018

This last week or so I have been working on two quite different tapestries. One is on a bike frame using different yarns.  The second a smaller piece using some nettle yarn from Nepal.  The nettle called Allo grows tall in the mountainous areas.  The stems are retted and then spun into fibre by women using carved hand spindles.  Then dyed into jewel like colours.  The texture is rough and wild but it has a good nature that lends itself to my style of work well.

I will be sad when the stock goes and another adventure beckons.

Jewels to be woven

Asian hand spun nettle yarn

wound into tiny balls

 

 

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Hope for Fruit …

April 24, 2018

I have a beautiful home and garden; my place of grace when times are dark. It cradles me when the world outside (or within) become harsh and too much to bare; it doesn’t take the pain away but it soothes my soul a while.  There is always something that makes me smile; like this quince bloom the last on of many.  I hope this year it will bear fruit.

Quince blossom is pink

Many, perfectly formed

Fruit so far unseen.

Is that Art … ?

April 23, 2018

I have been a full-time artist for a year; it has taken all that time for my dream to become less than a project and more a very nice way of life.  However, there are issues and some reamain a work in progress.

While I am an experimental artist and a good finisher and have a rich portfolio of work is not everyone’s cup of tea. But art is not always comfortable and it doesn’t always fill the requirements of curators of exhibitions.

My illustrated ceramic pots cannot be fastened to the wall, my embroideries are too large or simply don’t fit. My tapestries not seen as art.  My wood engravings are eyed with suspicion; how can one of an edition of twenty be ‘original’?

Fortunately, I am finding may way through the maize and accepting that not everyone will want a bike hanging on the wall over their fireplace albeit nicely ‘tapestried’ and have a nice poem (or haiku) is that poetry?

Recycled bike frame

Fixed in a mountain scene

Woven coloured thread.

Under the bed book …

April 22, 2018

In a few weeks I am going to Norway for 4 days, taking hand luggage.

With only a pad and pencil (s)  not yet decided on a pen(s) as they don’t travel well.

However, I am excited because I am going to write a book. Now, we all know I have ‘written’ books before and they don’t grace the shelves of any bookshop but they are books and very lovely (in my opinion)

I am not sure that I want to share more at this point; suffice to say inspired by the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon and since the subject matter may not be so exciting, mine will be called Under the Bed Book and contain drawings and poems (haiku) gathered over the next few weeks.

To begin with; a drawing for a recent tapestry and a poem (Haiku)

Flat beside a fence

Espalier apple tree

At odds with nature.

The need to reconcile …

April 8, 2018

During bouts of depression, I do carry on working; although being creative doesn’t mean the pain will go away.  The voices however, can make me go one of two ways, sometimes they nag others dangle the carrot; but one thing is for sure I do finish the work. Manic or depressed I cannot leave a conversation mid-stream.

For instance, when I began a recent embroidery; a mammoth piece that took weeks work and endless chit-chat; was not made easier, because I had only a memory and a one photograph.  I spent hours visualising the river with photo in hand; crouched and on tippy-toe to get the right view. So, the bickering began, ‘should I have done it this way or that?’ Then a friend came in to play (in my mind) an architect and very fine water-colourist; who prided himself on his utmost accuracy. Pointing out all the wrongness.

I stressed over my piece; lovely as it was even without the notorious cable car it still didn’t resemble the Isle of Dogs.

I did finish the work, but needed to reconcile my conversation that continued to bubble up; not the most wretched of conversations;  but needed to be put bed.

Then it came to me … the view is not that of the north of the river but the reflection of those on the south bank in the glass buildings on the north bank.

There is no answer to that for a while anyway.

My star in Brazil …

April 1, 2018

My daughter’s home is in Brazil; it is a million miles away and sometimes the space hurts.  Of course, there are ways and means that we can communicate to ease the pain.  I also believe that part of me is there; it is my home of hope and dream.  Rio de Janeiro isn’t the best place in the world, it is harsh, dangerous and fragile … I cannot fear or be anxious or give up hope, so I remain clutching a fragment of my home close to my heart.

My work, and the rest of my long-suffering family as you know help to sooth the soreness for 99% of the time.  This new work is representative of Hydra a constellation that can be seen here in UK this time of year but much more clearly in the Southern Hemisphere; the brightest star called Alphard and appears on the Brazilian flag.

You don’t know until you try …

March 31, 2018

During the winter my printing work has continued but with limit time.  I hope to get back up to speed now that spring is on its way and day light longer.  However, textile work has become a fulfilling enterprise.  I have been a dressmaker in a previous life.  While the sewing rules like printing making must be instilled when being experimental they can go out the window.  That’s is if there were ever in one’s grasp in the first place.

Nonetheless is frustrating, painful and expensive and seeing the result; so called unique that has been dragged back from the abyss of ugliness.  This winter I have learned ‘you don’t know until you try.’

For instance, collecting weaving materials as funds are getting low and not knowing much; like peeing in the wind I was taking some chances.  This week, I ordered a medium jamboree bag; like it said on the tin; already I was expecting too much.  Yes, it was pretty disappointing not my usual colour palette and it was finer than I hoped.

I was going to send it back; but decided to cut my losses and give it a try.

On reflection, I should have done some more preliminary work, tapestry like printmaking one is never quite sure what the image will be like until it is printed.  With weaving one works from bottom to top and I also work from left to right so the work is turned 45 degrees when taken of the loom.  All this adds to the delight or gloom at the end of the session.

Called ‘a bit of blue sky’ it may not be hung but serves as a reminder of my adage.