An Unusually Warm February Morning

February 21st, 2018

Hitching A Ride On A Snail

February 20th, 2018

This morning I did something I never imagined I’d do.  I took a video of our snails.

Socrates is our new snail and this morning, Emily, one of our bumblebee snails, was sitting on his back.

Probably in the world of snails it’s not that exciting.  But, fish and snails being new to me, I couldn’t stop watching them.

I wasn’t expecting Socrates  to emerge from his shell and do a full, snail-slow, turn.  It was almost as if he was modeling the new accessory on his shell for the video.

Frieda, the goldfish, also makes an appearance to spice things up a bit.  And through it all Fate and Gus are playing and making those strange sounds as background noise.





“Goddess in the Boat” A Wall Hanging

February 19th, 2018

Goddess in the Boat

I walked into my studio this morning, looked at my Goddess in the Boat wall hanging and  without question, knew it was done.

The old Wedding Ring Quilt that I used as a ground for this piece, still plays an important role in it.  Even though I broke up some of the rings to create it. I did leave the ghost of those rings.  They set the stage for the Goddess and the flying egg.

I’ve written about this piece faithfully as I was making it.  Explaining each decision as best I could in previous blog posts.

When I look at it now, complete, I see the Goddess re-emerging.  Making her way back into our society a little more with the waxing and waning of each full and new moon.

It also speaks to how the Goddess has always been here.   A bit submerged, she showed her face in creative ways throughout history, even if she had to ,at times, hide her identity.

The Goddess is back.  Showing herself and speaking her mind. Not afraid  to be who she truly is.

Goddess in the Boat is for sale.Sold.  It measures 30″x 38″ and is $300 + $15 shipping.  If you’re interested in her, you can email me here at [email protected].  I take checks and PayPal.

A closer look at the bottom half of the wall hanging…

…and at  the Goddess in the boat.

Ed Gulley’s Found Object Turkey

February 19th, 2018

Ed Gulley’s latest sculpture of a Turkey

I looked at the picture on my text from Carol and not only did I see a Turkey, I heard it too.

That’s how alive this latest sculpture by Ed Gulley looks to me.  I know it’s not really moving, but it sure looks like it is.

Ed’s been mulling this one for a good part of the winter.  Someone gave him some of the materials for this bird at the  Bedlam Farm Open House last October.

It’s made from fan blades, a muffler and heater grill among other things.

Ed has a way of capturing the essence of the animals he creates.  It’s no surprise, as a farmer, living in upstate NY,  he’s spent his life around animals and seems to love them too.

Ed is selling his Turkey, for $70 + $40 shipping.  You can read more about it here on his and Carol’s blog Bejosh Farm Journal.

And in case you haven’t already heard, Carol and Ed Gulley are having an Open House at Bejosh Farm on June 30th.

You’ll be able to see in person and buy any of Ed’s sculptures there as well as get to meet some of the now famous animals that Carol and Ed write about.

Since we’re not having an Open House this June at Bedlam Farm the Bejosh Farm Open House seems like a great idea to me.  I know where I’ll be on June 30th.

Good Monday Morning From Bedlam Farm 2/19/18

February 19th, 2018

Crocheted Gun and Baby Blanket

February 18th, 2018

I’ve been thinking about crocheting the gun since I found it in the kitchen draw when we moved into the house.

For obvious reasons, today was the right day to do it.

And my hands wanted something to do.  Sometimes, when I don’t have the words, my hands seem to know how to work things out on their own.  Today, they craved the healing nature of the repetitive motion of crocheting.

Knitting became popular after 9/11 for a reason.

I started unraveling doilies and afghans then crocheting them around objects about  twenty years ago when I was in art school.  So unraveling the baby blanket and crocheting it around the gun seemed the natural thing to do.

The baby blanket was the first thing I saw when I walked into the Goodwill this morning.  As if it was waiting for me.  It’s even better than the full-sized afghan that I was looking for, because it “says” children.

Like an afghan, It  speaks of the person who made it and it’s purpose.  Someone made this baby blanket to bring warmth and comfort to a child.  It’s a loving thing.

So when I unravel it and crochet it around the gun, something that is potentially dangerous,  it renders the empty gun useless.  Softening its edges and encasing it in the fiber of the baby blanket as well as its meaning.

The gun is transformed from a weapon to a symbol.

I didn’t think of the yarn connecting the gun to the blanket as umbilical until Jon mentioned it.  I think of the kink in the unraveled yarn as holding the memory of its life as a blanket.  It’s the moment between the blanket and the gun.

But I see in this piece, it is an umbilical cord.  Giving new life to the gun, but also speaking to the idea of gun control as a way of saving life.

I think I’ll make post cards from the piece.  I know some  members of our government I’d like to send it to.

The  pellet gun and blanket before I started unraveling and crocheting.

Crocheting the gun

Jon wrote about this piece also and posted a video of me crocheting the gun on his blog.  You can see it here.



Embraced by the Earth

February 18th, 2018

Morning was filled with the snow-quiet of bird song.

Softness in the dry snow,
the subtle pinks and blues that colored the sky,
that blended with the grays of the landscape.

Gentle and loving,
I felt embraced by the Earth.


“Times Such As These” A Poem by Veronica Hallissey

February 16th, 2018

I want to share this poem, written by Veronica Hallissey.

I’ve known Veronica for a while, although I’ve never met her in person, her poems and our emails to each other make me feel like we are close friends.

Veronica,  is in her 80’s and started a blog, From an Upper Floor,  a few years ago.  She writes  on it every day, sharing her poems and prose, her wise and insightful thoughts and beliefs.

Times Such As These. . .  By Veronica Hallissey

I lock up the room
and pocket the last remnants
of words laying about

Fearful that pieces of my heart
may be found
scattered among them.
And why not?

Times such as these
leave us with little salve
to heal the open wounds
which once were hearts.

For whom do we weep?
The children whose siblings
will no longer come to the table
to convey with no doubt
the events which took their innocence?

Or the parents whose hearts
were transplanted
when word came that
these unspent stars were already
breathing the rarified air
as heaven’s most blessed?

Look at us here.
Pleading that our children
will be safe as they try to understand
what we in our dotage
have not learned.
To resort to arms

means death in any country.


“Goddess in the Boat” and the Moon

February 16th, 2018

I think I finished my Goddess on the Boat wall hanging, but I’m not sure.  So I’ll leave it over the weekend and give it a fresh look on Monday.

Then I’ll know.

I made some changes to it today, that made it feel complete.  

The moon became a theme in this piece.

Behind the Goddess on the threshold, I wrote a passage from the Journal of Madame Knight by Sarah Kemble Knight. It’s Knights account, from 1704,  of her unchaperoned trip on horseback from Boston to New York.

This account tells of Knight riding through a thick forest at night, not able to see anything, including the Postman, who she was following, and suddenly coming to a clearing where she was able to see the moon and be guided by its light.

She was so grateful for the light and for seeing something so familiar, she later wrote a poem, praising the moon.

One of the last images I worked on today was the winged apple.

Repeating the apple idea and borrowing the wings from the egg, I filled it too in with moon words.  This time from Veronica Hallissey’s poem Moon Meeting…

” Luminescent white diamond
           in the night,
knowing I too, 
          am watched by you. 
How do I know?

The wanderer always finds his way home.”


Fanny’s Feather

February 16th, 2018

Fanny had a feather on her back this morning.  Maybe the white hen was sitting on her back and left it there.