As with counting down the end of the year, I've been counting to the time when my bulbs will open. This one is a few days old, and now I wait for the others to burst. I want my new year to unfold, not just happen all at once.
This basket of scraps was to be tossed, then I thought better. It'd be a good exercise to sew them and 'slash and burn' a bit. If I'm not partial to the fabric, then there's no loss in cutting them up. Now I can play with design.
What do you gift a fabric lover at Christmas? A round tablecloth -- bright, graphic, lively -- for the next gathering. Because I didn't have one, and they knew that. To host the next bright, graphic and lively event. Merry Christmas all my blog visitors!
Who's woods these are I know, they belong to us all. They are in Washington Grove near Cobb's Hill. They are mine for just this moment, captured here in stillness, and then I release them back to those who will walk here next.
The morning before the solstice, the sun rose behind these maples, and the dark sky did tricks and wonders, changing each leaf to a lit candle. I'm always happy to see the winter solstice, and to welcome the return to a longer day.
I don't often post more than a single image, but I had to compare the stuffed cats and the real cats (not mine, btw.) The stuffed cats have just the bare minimum needed for me to identify the cat shape. Not easy. Stuffed stuff at the Ontario Antiques Mall. Fun.
I've made these Cucidate for the last, oh, fifty years. Today I made this year's batch, and managed to 1.) eat a dozen or so and 2) forget to post last night. So, here's to forgetting, and I'll check in later this eve!
I've taken apart that yard and made five small 12" x 12" works. They look so cleaned up with that frame around them, it's a quickly cut mat to edit. And to see if I like the composition. I only need four, but I like choice.
We finally got some snow. This I know cause I've looked out my back door. Which means I'm home. You know I travel (a lot this year!) but I'm hunkered down, home, looking for fun. Distract me from my studio, and invite me over, you hometown chums.
Saturday afternoon (that's tomorrow) I'll be checking on my "Little Heart" that is at the Rochester Contemporary art center and speaking, along with many others, in their "The Day the Artists Speaks" program. Always, always thought provoking. You can find me where you see this.
I omitted the different types of threads for quilting my leaf, and stuck to just cotton. Switching to the domestic machine, an old Bernina from the late 80s, I quilted it atop my cutting table. Switching from left to right foot, it was easy to quilt standing up.
This Sunday's talk was also a chance to revisit the Quilts=Art=Quilts exhibit at the Schweinfurth. My work "Water, Earth 5" is at right. I kind of miss seeing it around, but I know it'll be home early January.
Yesterday's lecture by Bev Kondolf at the Schweinfurth Art Center featured work that is fluid, both for the piecing -- which she loves -- as well as the quilted stitch. Plus they are just cool to see one after another after another. Take in a lecture. It's always great to hear the why.
My work "Little Heart" is dead center here, and I would like to think that these two were discussing the finer points of my color and stitch. But my guess is that they were just enjoying the opening at Rochester Contemporary tonight, and which gallery to next tour.