Showing posts with label faded indigo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label faded indigo. Show all posts

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

Wednesday, May 3, 2023

Aging and Renewal


Journals are a lifeline between the inside and the outside. 

Christina Baldwin

Sunday, April 23, 2023

Feminine Readers


 Feminine writing is for the feminine reader. 

A feminine reader studies a collection of texts that deal with fundamental issues of existence in ways that question our perception of ourselves and others.  They want to create a better life.  

Helene Cixous writes for the feminine reader.   

Susan Sellers editor of the Helene Cixous Reader

Wednesday, April 19, 2023

Seekers


 To have imagination and to be aware of it is to benefit from possessing an inner richness and a spontaneous and endless flood of images.  

Magdalena Abakanowicz 

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

How to love


 The way to love someone is to lightly run your fingers over that person’s soul until you find a crack and then gently pour your love into that crack.  

Found these words in an old journal. 

Preparing the travel cloth for tonight’s plane stitching. 



Saturday, November 5, 2022

four noble truths


Feel discomfort about change

Sit still like a mountain 

Don’t resist 

Let it be

Buddha

Tuesday, August 30, 2022

The subject is myself and what I see


Perspective?

It is made in my head, not on the paper.

It depends on you and the ideas you have.

The most simple things are the most difficult.

Henri Matisse, the lost interview 

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

a torso



‘To me art’s subject is the human clay, Landscape but a background to a torso; 
 All Cezanne’s  apples I would give away For a small Goya or a Daumier’

From w.h.Auden’s ‘letter to Lord Byron’ 1937. Quoted by David Hockney when he made a portrait of WH Auden in 1968. 

Wednesday, August 17, 2022

In Cornwall


He wanted to go to the shipwreck museum with grandad and brother after all so she could go to the Eden Project.