Monday, September 20, 2010

birds

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings” 
James Matthew Barrie




Some words from Emily Dickinson.


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
 

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
 

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

                                                                           Emily Dickinson














The words of Richard Bach ~ one lone quotation from the inspiration of Jonathan Seagull.

"My High Flying Bird"

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

a few moments with nature

I stepped into the bright sunshiny morn
caught a glimpse of a feather
stooped down
picked up
my first feather for the day



saw that lone young dove rise up
wondered at its loneness once again
where had the others gone
why was it alone
how would it manage


walked in the grass
damp from the cool night air
paused at the tiny perfect intricate spider web
thought how perfect how tiny how resplendent
saw the numbers of them
each tiny
individuals
shining in the light

Friday, September 3, 2010

trying

I know that for my own well being I must do art on a regular basis. Sometimes I feel almost like climbing the walls if I have not had a chance, for a number of days, to create. This past few months have been extremely busy and I have frequently gone for days with very little opportunity for art. Fortunately we have done a great deal of travelling, with Greg driving. I know that there are certain things I can readily do as we drive, that will satisfy the need to create. I can crochet or put beads on crochet cotton. I can write or do simple things in a journal. We have also spent much time at our farm, just as we typically do in the summertime. I tend to have some times when I can also be creating. There are not quite as many phone calls to be made, appointments to attend and household things to organize.

Following are just a couple of examples of journal pages from the summer and a photo  of a roll of fabric torn to lengths ready for piecing.









Angels be with you . ♥

Thursday, September 2, 2010

ten minutes of time

a nap
a dream
a visit
with myself
awake
asleep
pressure
at my chest
panic
go away
i am stronger
than you
asleep
papers
gesso covered
book pages
swirls 
rolls
fabric
bright coloured
my own
downstairs
the studio
a glimpse
huge
book pages
papers
covered
a journal
fabric
and fibre
covered
words
a bird
inspired
papers
cut
shaped
transformed
a book
a bird
long legs
a sculpture
a paper mache
a nap
a dream
a visit
with myself
awake
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