Beginning A New Quilt…

June 22nd, 2018

I started working on a new quilt yesterday.

I can’t say anything about it yet.  It will have to speak for itself….

This is as far as I got for now.  I’ll finish working on it next week.

Wrapped In Trust

June 22nd, 2018

 

Me wrapped in my quilt “Trust” It’s for sale here.

Why not show it wrapped around me, I thought.  I usually take pictures of my quilts laid flat like a painting.

But there’s so much more to them than that.

The quilts in my home are slouched over the backs of chairs and couches.  They bring beauty to the room and are ready to be put to work with the first hint of a chill.   I drape them around me, hugging them close to my body, not only for warmth, but for comfort too.

My quilts are very happy to be worn, to cover a bed or hang on a wall.

I asked Jon to take photos of me wearing my quilt “Trust”.

I wanted people to be able to see it in action.  To see how it changes depending on how it’s draped,  how  colors and patterns interact.

I made my quilt “Trust” a few weeks ago.  In the past I would have been embarrassed that it didn’t sell right away.

I still get a pang if something I make doesn’t sell quickly or at all.

But what I do about it has changed.

In the past I would have given “Trust” away already.  I’d want to be rid of it, because everytime I looked at it I would be reminded that I was a failure.

I never saw my quilts as failures, it’s me that has the trouble with self-worth.  I may like one quilt better than another, but I never made a quilt I didn’t like.

It can be confusing, because as an artist, my work is me.  So rejection of my work feels like rejection of myself.

But I know now, that just because someone doesn’t buy something  I made doesn’t mean that no one likes it.  There are so many factors that come with buying and selling art.  Like money and timing and visibility and having a place for it in your home.

I’ve see lots of art that has meaning and I admire but wouldn’t want to live with.

I think it’s having my Etsy Shop that has made the difference for me. Because now I really see myself as a gallery owner.  And having a shop is a creative thing for me.  As is selling what ever is in my shop.

I guess what I’m saying is,  figuring out how to better sell my art has become more fun.

I never would have thought to wrap myself in one of my quilts and actually ask Jon to take my picture.  But I love how my quilt becomes a sculpture in the photos.

So here I am,  once again, showing you all my quilt “Trust”.  And seeing if this time, isn’t the right time for just the right person to see it and buy it.

Trust is 68″x73″ and is $400 + $20.  You can read more about it and buy it in my Etsy Shop.  Just click here or on the Etsy Icon on the top of my blog.

 

 

Thirty Second Poppy Meditation

June 22nd, 2018

The Sheep Make A Run For The Pole Barn

June 22nd, 2018

I’ll be skirting (cleaning) the sheep’s wool this weekend to take to the Vermont Fiber Mill, hopefully on Sunday.

A fine shiny layer of their wool is already beginning to grow back.   The first day of Summer was cool here but the sheep are still spending their days in the pole barn and nights out grazing.

My Wether Pumpkin

June 21st, 2018

Pumpkin was resting his head on Liam’s back in the pole barn this morning.

Pumpkin was born four years ago to my Border Leicester, Socks.  His wool had lightened over the years. It started out as dark as Sock’s  deep brown wool and is now a rich gray.  His father was a white Cheviot named Tim.

Pumpkin isn’t as dominant as Liam, our other wether  (a wether is a castrated male sheep), although I do see them bumping head sometimes.

Pumpkin has a very soft and distinctive “baa”.  It’s almost as if he’s whispering.

My New Car, Lost In The Parking Lot

June 21st, 2018

I walked out of the bank this morning and couldn’t find my car.

Now let me be clear, the parking lot of our bank isn’t big.  It has room for maybe 10 cars and they are all very visible. Not only that, my car, which I couldn’t find was the only one in the lot.

So I stood there, staring at the trunk of the red car, the only car in front of me, and after a few moments it came to me.

That was my car.

Needless to say, I’m still not used to my new car.

But I am liking it.  It has some luxuries that make me like it a lot.

Like the automatic windows.   Fate wants to stick her head out the window and I just press the button on my arm rest.  Too much of Fate is out the window and I just press it again.   No more leaning over the passenger seat at red lights to roll the window up or down.

Then, there’s the music.  I plug in my iPhone and can actually listen to my music over the radio!  So much more diversity  than the three CD’s I’ve been listening to for the past couple of years.

I know there were be times when I’ll miss my hatchback.

But the other day, I opened my trunk and put a bag of groceries (yes, I do pick up groceries from the Co-op occasionally, no matter what Jon says) in the net stretching across the length of it.  No more  avocado’s gone missing in my car.

Once I got home from the bank I immediately put an Army of Good bumper sticker on my car.  That should help me recognize it next time.  Getting it a little dirty wouldn’t hurt either.  I’m not used to having a car with all that shine.  The inside is already covered in dog hair, I’ll just drive it down some dirt roads that should take care of the outside.

Sheepherding with Red

June 21st, 2018

Liam stayed back till, Jon, singing commands, got Red to “look back” and persuade Liam to join the other sheep.

The Woman In The Swing on my Fabric Painting

June 20th, 2018

I was going to use the woman on the swing in a potholder, but then I got another idea.

I looked over at the fabric painting I’m working on, hanging on my wall, and I could see her as a part of it.

It took me a few minutes of moving her around to find the right place for her.  And when I did, she also transformed how and what I saw in the “moon” on the wolf’s back.

I used my new metallic thread and a little black marker,  to stitch the image on the  diamond shape inside the quilted circle.

Then I found another scrap of the same kind of fabric with a woman holding fruit in her skirt.  I had no trouble finding her place on the piece.   I used the old quilted lines and stitched over them with gold thread to create the sun behind her.

I’m still working on this fabric painting, but this is what it looks like so far.

 

Something Has Broken Off Inside of Me

June 20th, 2018

 

Something has broken off inside of me

I can feel it rattling around when I move

like the last penny in the piggy bank,
it keeps getting caught

It’s pale blue or hospital green
an inch or two square

but not perfectly square

Hard like a paint chip still attached to rusting metal
it clanks though my body
rolling chaotically on its corners

getting snagged on a rib, as if I’m hollow inside

It’s old and wants to get out

but I can’t imaging that happening,
not without a lot of pain

Those corners scare me

Maybe if I keep moving
I can smooth out the edges,
like glass tumbled by the sea

Make it less dangerous

then

even if it’s always there,
if it never gets out

It won’t matter as much.

Holding Hands

June 19th, 2018