Friday, December 3, 2010

Going with the Flow

Travel and time away from my studio has left me a bit disconnected to whatever process may be in the works. I do realize, however, that flow is always there and available so I'm trying to remember that as I look at the fabrics, yarn, beads, threads, etc. that seem to be jumping up and down singing 'me!' 'me!' 'choose me!'

I learned a new technique during my time away: needle felting. Okay, not so new in general, but to me an entry into something potentially very exciting for upcoming projects. Of course nothing is sacred around here now. Everything is being needle felted :)

So, I'll dive in and see what happens and try not to be overwhelmed.

It'll just be a matter of going with the flow.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Seed Pods

Life springs from the seed.
Sprinkled purposely or naturally scattered, what it contains wants to show itself and grow to its full potential.
Light, air, water, earth, love.
Give it what it needs and witness its miracle.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Everything is Old is New Again

I feel a bit strange posting work that I did years ago but with the recent arrival of my worldy possessions I was reunited with many of my old images. Seeing them again after more than a year, I've been feeling a surge of inspiration from former projects. Even though my aesthetic direction has changed I'm looking forward to integrating the way I used to work with the way I am currently exploring. I have no wish to 'go back' but I'm comforted to know that at some point (on those days when I'm not quite sure) I 'knew what I was doing' (!)

T.S. Eliot wrote beautifully on this in his poem, Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

My favorite section of this poem from the end of stanza V..........

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

T.S. Eliot

.....So, remember what you love and continue to bring it with you as you explore all that is new each day

Friday, August 6, 2010

From the Land of the Midnight Sun

Arctic, Norway. One year later.

Last year there was excitement at the adventure (new man, new home) but also trepidation and often an overwhelming feeling of displacement at the foreign of everthing (new man, new home).

Courage needed to shout in my ear.

This year there is more ease and a sense of place, even within the unknown.

Courage now need only whisper.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Unexpected Visitor

This little black silk beaded creature started out as a scarf/neckpiece and sat around for a while in sort of a pile waiting patiently with not much to do. It recently had scissors taken to it and has since been turned into a brooch. It seems to like its new incarnation. For now, however, it simply wants to hang from the ceiling of my studio off of a piece of black silk wrapped tree branch.

Some things know exactly where they want to be.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Bohemian Magpies

Beads I've collected over the years on my travels, all tied up in knotted waxed hemp. I make these when I need to 'doodle' and make something at the same time.

I tried to photograph them each individually (with more effort than I had intended) without satisfying results and it turns out they just wanted to be photographed at the same time.... I guess sometimes friends need to stick together.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A Natural Place for Things

My husband and I are preparing ourselves for the arrival of my container of personal items from the U.S. ....about 40 boxes and several rooms worth of furniture.

Normally I would be stressed about this impending arrival. I would want the house to be completely uncluttered and organized and would be preparing to unpack every box, hang every picture and have everything in (almost) perfect order within a day.

This time, however, I'm feeling pretty relaxed about this process. 'Things' will find their way. They'll mingle and move. They'll find quiet little corners to rest for a while. They'll meet up with each other in unexpected ways, and 'his' space will become a little more 'my' space.

Mostly, though, I'm looking forward to the continued integration of 'our' space, and finding quiet cozy corners where he and I can simply be together.

Friends of New Growth

Things grow slowly but surely around here. More silk floral brooches.....imagine them on a jacket, a simple dress, or a white t-shirt with a pair of jeans.....yummy. They'll be in the shop soon.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

New Growth

I've been quietly productive these last few weeks. Mornings spent writing and drawing in the garden, and then weeding and pruning have been helpful to me as a reminder that even when 'big' things don't seem to be happening, new growth still appears because of our relaxed efforts.

One of my morning meditations lead it's way to creating a small series of floral pins. This is the first of the lot.

A little rain.
A little sun.
A little soil.
A little tender loving care.

Things blossom as they are meant to.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

A Re-Introduction

Every once in a while I peruse my blog to re-connect with those moments and images that inspired me to write. I recently re-read a post from sometime last year that had one of my favorite necklaces buried within it. I thought she deserved a little air time so I'm posting her again.

Ta Da!

Black silk chiffon knotted around two vintage pieces of chunky coral and embellished with silver seed beads.

I'm glad she's gotten a chance at a starring role.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

On Our Way Home

The beaches of British Columbia are teaming with oysters and their discarded shells, ready to be collected. When I saw this 'sculpture' on the beach at Squirrel Bay I almost felt as if I was shopping at a high end interiors shop, it was so perfectly designed. Who needs to spend money to decorate?

This is one critter that is coming home with us.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Traveling Meditations

When I'm away from home, as I have been for the past few weeks, I purposely bring with me simple art tools: a couple of pencils, a few colored markers and some small books of art paper. I then find a local art supply shop and purchase some 'souvenir' pens in colors I don't own. I buy a design or fashion magazine, which not only provides possible inspiration, but is then torn up and used to create small collages cards.

These 'traveling meditations' help me keep my creative mind supple........

.....and provide design information which may be incorporated into something else (a large textile piece?) somewhere down the road.

In the meantime, I just like how they've joined in the journey.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Friendly Critter on English Bay

I'm blessed to have a husband who loves driftwood and has a sense of humour......:) Usually these critters follow us home, but this one decided to stay on the beach and enjoy it's time until the tide came in.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Noticing and Allowing I

In a rush before a trip.
tea left in a cup.
Packed the things I needed.
forgot to tidy up.

Returned to find things growing.
caused me quite a start.

Looked again with lack of judgement.

Now it's become art.

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Art of Inhabiting II

Ripped up.
Cleared away.

Swept, arranged and organized.

Now it is time to simply notice and allow.
Rest and replentish in the way that best suits.
Relinquish control and let nature take its course.
Be surprised at what grows.
Sometimes even weeds can be lovely.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Hanging Around

Like a few of her friends, this necklace has kind of been hanging around since I made her last summer. Given that she's been such a good sport and companion, I thought she deserved some attention.

The larger stone (I don't for the life of me remember what it is) had been around for a couple of years and when I introduced it to the smaller black stones (they look almost volcanic) collected in Prague where I visited my friend Jessica last summer, there was an instant attraction. A little hand knotted waxed hemp joined in the scene to mellow things out, and there's been a cool groove going ever since......

Friday, May 14, 2010

Everything Old is New Again

I've taken scissors to a larger textile experiment that has been lying around for a couple of weeks. Trying as it might to 'be' as it was, it just wasn't feeling comfortable in itself. There was something a bit contrived in how I was trying to make it 'art.' (and no, it wasn't me beating myself up about it, it really was contrived...funny how we know the difference).

I find, under these circumstances, the best thing to do it cut it up. Gasp! How beastly! How drastic! Yep, but sometimes in order to shift energy you need to shake things up and let some light in. My project is now excited and at ease about it's new path and so am I.

Transformation happens when we are willing to allow change.

Life, like art, is sort of like that.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Passing Through the Harshest Danger

Today, for some reason, I'm feeling intimidated by my own process. This happens every once in a while. I create something I really like - it incorporates a newly discovered technique and it's interesting (to me, at least). I then see it the next day and start to ponder it's relevance and it's beauty. I fear that I am fooling myself. Artist? Ha! Talented? Get real. You think this is interesting? What do you know? I fear getting started again on something new. The dark abyss has reared it's ugly head.

So today I need a little encouragement. I've posted a photo I took in Norway last August to remind me how I am inspired by nature's own process.

I have also returned to one of my favorite poems by Rainer Maria Rilke, first introduced to me by my mother. I love it because it brings me back to the fact that the true powers we have exist beyond our own minds.

As once the winged energy of delight
carried you over childhood's dark abysses,
now beyond your own life build the great
arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed
in passing through the harshest danger;
but only in a bright and purely granted
achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable
relationship is not too hard for us;
the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,
and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out
until they span the chasm between two

For the god wants to know himself in you.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Ode to the Bombyx mori

As I look around my studio at the many piles of silk that are strewn about (Yes, strewn. I know, those of you who know me and how organized I am may find that difficult to believe, but when I'm working things are strewn :)) I feel I must pay homage to the Bombyx mori silk worm who is busily munching away at piles of Mulberry leaves so that I may feed my own creative needs and desires.

Thank you Bombyx mori. This one's for you.

silk chiffon, cotton machine stitching, silver seed beads, Czech glass beads, playfulness

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Cousin Comes to Town

As promised, the silk chiffon cousin of the silk charmeuse necklace has come to town. Apparently she is as equally comfortable indoors as she is out in our garden. That's good because I've come to realize that my heart sings when I'm working in the garden -- and I always appreciate good company.

silk chiffon, cotton machine stitching, vintage pearls and crystal beads, silver seed beads, love

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Little of This A Little of That

Truth be told, this is a neckpiece I did over last summer - not a direct product of me clearing out my studio the other day. She's been hanging around since I moved to England and she finally decided she needed to step out for her 'close up.'

Her more public persona helps inspire me as I work on more of her friends....grey silk chiffon cousin on the way......

I also owe my new found creative energy to the fact that I spent the entire of yesterday cleaning out and organizing our cellar (oh my). As I said to my husband, it's so interesting to look initially at a large overwhelming project and think "Oh my god this will never happen. It's too much", but once you ease your way into it and take it one step at a time things begin to take shape. The relationship to the project completely changes - you become a part of it instead of IT being the bully and you being the damsel in distress.

It's such a satisfying feeling to get over that hump and to look back at your accomplishment. I also love how doing a little of something seemingly un-creative, unleashes creative energy in other ways.

Thoughts to ponder in other areas of life......

silk charmeuse, silk chiffon, vintage jet beads, a sense of humour

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Art of Inhabiting

Well, my workspace spoke up today and said very clearly that the grotty old green carpeting which has been covering it for years needed to be ripped up and thrown out. So that's what happened.

I'm one step closer to making this space more 'my own' - transforming it from the guestroom in what has been my new husband's house for a number of years - into a creative space where my own ideas may continue to land and my own energies may inhabit.

There's a fresh feeling with the carpet gone. The wood floor is breathing a little easier and so am I.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Energy of Things

I've been away from my studio for several months now. Away from home, actually, while pending immigration issues needed to be managed.

It's strange to now come back afresh and to begin to set to work in a space that feels as if it's a bit of a stranger. I'll need to re-establish my relationship with the fabrics and tools awaiting me and I'll have to have some meaningful conversations with the work I left there. I wonder how my newly begun and interrupted projects did while I was away? Is the same idea still there? Or did the partially sewn silk chiffon change it's mind about the beads I chose? I'll need to put aside my need for order and control and listen to the space and its contents for further instructions. Stay tuned.

Friday, April 16, 2010

That Which is Hidden

Let us draw towards us that which is hidden deep within from within which lights our way and the way of those who walk with us on our path.