Showing posts with label avocado cloth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label avocado cloth. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

During that time


So much love that all that can be done with the overflow is to create.  It is not a matter of wanting to.  Not as an act of will, one solely must.  
Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Thursday, December 4, 2025

my full heart



The Egyptian concept of time as a circle, not an arrow. 

And to just stand there with the beauty, and feel cared for. 

(reading Patrick Brinkley’s All the Beauty in the World. )

Friday, November 14, 2025

Paris in February


When you touch something, you leave a charge on it, and anybody else touching it then connects with you in a way.  

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Bless


 Alice Munro’s characters discover their hidden dimensions of human heart by peeling away layers of human experience.  

Thursday, February 8, 2024

In a mysterious wilderness

 


Travel cloth on the left.  Un-done bundle wrap on the right.   

We are in a mysterious wilderness outside the village of the ordinary.  Cy Twombly

Thursday, May 26, 2022

a woman’s life


 Being an artist means incessantly healing one’s own wounds and simultaneously opening them again in the process. 

Annette Messager

Thursday, May 12, 2022

In search of more time

76 dots started, most finished.

67 not even started.  

About those circles that I am stitching around the dots in the large red piece.  I think I have to leave it for now.  


Friday, November 19, 2021

solar symbols


 Circle:

The most natural representation of the sun.  

Completeness.  Continuity.  Cyclical Nature of the Universe.

Circle with dot in the centre is symbol of the moment when the earth receives the light of the sun.  Spring.

Circle with sun rays is about human frailty. 

Circles within circles are about androgyny.

Monday, October 25, 2021

beauty tears a cry from me


This is the enigma. Softness is born from strength.

You! The voice says, and I am born.  Look! She says, and I see everything.  Touch! and I am touched.  Her body makes me speak.  There is a link between my breath and her brilliance.  Surprise! Beauty tears a cry from me.  Yes! her beauty strikes me.  Produces streaming.  Makes me flow.  She seduces my forces. Gentleness.  Gives me the desire to complete her.  Emptying me.  Recasts me.  Projects new traits.  Now at last I resemble her. 

How beautiful I am.                     Helene Cixous