December 29, 2013
If you are interested in transition issues and how they apply to personal choices, please go on over to tending time, where I’ve just written a post on some questions brought up for me by two books I’ve recently read: Charles Eisenstein’s, ‘The More beautiful world our hearts know is possible’, and Charlotte du Cann’s, ’52 flowers that shook my world, a radical return to earth’.
It is hard to pinpoint why I don’t write these posts for artcalling- they seem more private somehow, and I feel that they will be more relevant to people in transition themselves, and less to others who are still striving to ‘make it’ commercially as artists.
December 16, 2013
Crafty corner time! (Goodness, however will I keep up my image as a professional designer and serious painter by showing my small handmades?) Well, not my problem, I don’t see them as separate from my other work.
This group is sold out. I’ve found that selling works for me if it is to my immediate friends and other small local circles, like classes etc.
I wanted to share part of the process of making these little sweeties because it is something that evolved while working on these and might be fun or helpful for others.
During all my hand work projects I always felt bad about the waste of little bits of pure wool felt, silken embroidery threads and snippets of wool and acrylic yarns. I kept as many scraps as possible, but inevitably the tiniest pieces would get thrown away. Well, I just started putting them in a jar because the colours made me feel happy. And when they accumulated, the penny dropped, and whoopee, I discovered I had ready-made stuffing for my brooches.
Here is my worktable surface, it pleases me how harmonious the colours of the washi tapes, scraps and Papaya mailing stickers are, oh and the crochet work in the background. I tend to stick to these kinds of warm pastels. Far left you can see my scrap collection jar.
Here is bluebird in the process of getting his innards.
And here he is ready to send to Sandy, my dear friend in Canada who will be his new mom.
‘Tweet’ (remember when that used to mean, bird word)!?