muse

 

It saved me from being trampled
Colour of ages 

no more thunder

 

How will I spend this brief lifetime?

Reconnecting with my own being, just the way it is. 
Opening up.

two linen and damask quilt backs

 

"From the age of six I had a penchant for  copying the form of things, and from about fifty, my pictures were frequently published; but until the age of seventy, nothing that I drew was worthy of notice.  At seventy-three years, I was somewhat able to fathom the growth of plants and trees, and the structure of birds, animals, insects and fish.
Then when I reach eighty years, I hope to have made increasing progress, and at ninety to see further the underlying principles of things, so that at one hundred years I will have achieved a divine state in my art, and at one hundred and ten, every dot and every stroke will be as though alive.  Those of you who live long enough, bear witness that these words of mine  prove not false. "

Hokusai's postscript  to One Hundred Views Of Mount Fugi, written at age 73

a history of what is carried

 

 

"work that might seem very ordered in a way, but also has a history of its own making, a history of what it carried, and I want that to be very present"
Lawrence Carroll

to softness

 

it's a journey

cottage conversation

 

'stop it!' she says and throws a pillow at me from the day bed.
'stop getting old'

about existence in a world of flux

showing the reverse side of thunder moon, with the coloured wool inner layer revealed by the stitch process itself, through the sheer wool back cloth

It's that essence I search for.

Betty Goodwin, in 1975