Maria Wulf Full Moon Fiber Art

The Second Part Of My New Quilt

I finished the second piece of the quilt I started working on and started on the third.   I also started playing around with what will happen between the pieces.  I’m excited about it so I’d like to work on it more tomorrow, but I have my potholders to finish up, so I’m not sure if I’ll get to it.

But that’s okay.  They will be waiting for me when I get back to my studio next week.

laying out some fabric for the third piece

Back At The Mansion

Peg’s Mythical Creature

Sometimes when I go to The Mansion to teach an art class, I expect to see the people who lived there when I first started volunteering.

I think about sitting on the couch next to Alice and just holding her hand.   Or watching Madeline draw the still life I set up while she tells stories about her childhood in the Bronx.

The change from one group of people to another should  have been gradual, more natural.  But the pandemic prevented that.  By the time Jon and I were able to go back into The Mansion many of the people we used to know were no longer there for one reason or another.

Things are just getting back to the way they were before the pandemic for me at The Mansion. The people who live there no longer wear masks so it’s easier to get to know them because I can see their faces.

But staff and visitors still wear masks which makes it harder to communicate especially with people who have even slight hearing loss.

Claudia and her clay bird

There are some people who come to my classes that I knew before covid shut down The Mansion. And I’m getting to know the newer people better.

I have an idea of who likes the feel of clay on their hand and who doesn’t.  I know that Claudia will always be there, eager and willing to do her best.  And Peg really focuses on the work, even if she takes it lightly.

I know that Lori is slow and deliberate in her work and Jane will claim she’s not an artist but shows up anyway and always makes something lovely.

Sharon, who is a poet, loves to accessorize and decorate whatever she makes.

June’s clay bird

I suppose I still have a bit of a “covid mind”.  So when Ruth wants a hug, I hesitate.  My comfort level isn’t what it used to be.

I don’t think I realized how much all of this had an effect on me and my work at The Mansion. Honestly, it’s just in writing this piece that I’m acknowledging these feeling for the first time.

Maybe it’s because it does seem like things are getting back to normal that I am able to let my guard down. Able to allow myself to feel what I’m feeling.

It’s a relief because knowing this I can now go back to The Mansion and make a fresh start. Not exactly starting over,  but maybe getting that old feeling back again that I really do belong there.

Sharon and her bird with the long lashes around her eyes and detailed feathers in her wings and tail.

The Moth In The Waterbucket

I know how to do it now.  I gently dip one fingertip into the bucket of water right under the insect that is floating there.

This morning it was a tiny grayish-brown moth.  As I lifted my finger It hopped on like this was exactly what the moth expected would happen. There was no hesitation or confusion about this big finger suddenly in the water bucket and why.

Still wet, I held up a dry finger to the moth and she slowly walked from one to the other.  It was a chilly morning, a thick fog making the air damp. I’m sure the moth was taking in the warmth from my finger and letting its wings dry.

It was a few minutes before she started to move, that’s when I picked up a dead leaf, brown and gray like the moth with just a touch of spotted yellow, and held it  in front of her.

The moth stepped onto the leaf and disappeared in its folds. I left the leaf by the window in the barn.

There weren’t as many insects floating in the animal’s water bucket this year as there was last year. But they all behave the same when I pull them out. If it’s a sunny day, I leave them on top of the fence post by the gate to dry in the sun.

It’s not like I’m being noble, like don’t kill bugs.  I do.

This time of year it seems there’s at least one fly in the bedroom buzzing around my reading light at night. They land on my book and sometimes divebomb my head. Jon’s good with the flyswatter and I have no trouble killing a fly when it’s buzzing around me in the house.

But no matter what kind of insect is in the water bucket, I reach in to rescue it.

The best part is watching those soggy insects shake themselves off, warm up and fly away. It feels like a little miracle that is easy to be a part of.

I guess what I’m saying is I do it as much for me as for them.

My Bedlam Farm Wool Is Ready

I got an email from Deb at the Vermont Fiber Mill letting me know my wool is done and ready for me to pick up.

Jon and I won’t be able to get it this weekend because his daughter Emma and his granddaughter Robin are coming for a visit.  They haven’t been here in a few years because of Covid.  I do wonder what Robin will make of the farm and the animals.  I’m curious to see if she’ll be interested in any of it.

If all works out that we’ll make the trip to Brandon Vermont the weekend after.

As always, I’m excited to see the wool and what it will look like.  Even the wool I don’t dye is always different. It’s the first time I’ve made a barber pole yarn with dyed wool too.

You can see how nicely the sheep wool is growing back in this photo.  I hope I made the right decision shearing them only once a year.  I guess I’ll know for sure in the spring when I can see how long their wool gets over the winter.

A Day Of Mailing Heron Magnets

I did not get to my studio today and I did not take a walk in the woods, although it would have been a beautiful day for it.

But I Heron’s to get into the mail.

I was upstairs in the office/guestroom packing up a hundred Heron magnets.  I didn’t get them all done, and I won’t today because soon I’ll be off to my Bellydancing Class. But I will finish them tomorrow and get them in the mail.

I am surprised and very happy that so many people connected to my Heron enough to want a 2″x4″ magnet of it for themselves and to give to some of the people in their lives.

After selling out of the magnets in just 24 hours, I did buy some more.  I think there are probably people who wanted them and didn’t get them.  I also think they will make nice gifts for the upcoming holidays.

So I’ll have more Heron magnets to sell on Tuesday. And I thank you all for liking and wanting my Heron the way you do.

My Heron Magnets Sold Out

Thank you everyone, I just sold out of my Heron Magnets.

It’s been 24 hours since they went up for sale in my Etsy Shop.  That tells me that I should order more.

I love that my Heron will be showing up in people’s homes and lives in this way.  I hope to get my posters and postcards soon too.

More Herons are on the way.

Head Butting At Bedlam Farm

I don’t know what was going on between Socks and Robin and Lori.   I’d guess they were working something out.

Lori may have been protecting Robin, but it seemed Robin was the initial instigator.

So much goes on between the animals that I’m unaware of.  Sometimes I get to witness it, but mostly it’s a mystery to me.

I’m Starting A New Quilt

The 3 fabric pieces I began with

I started working on a new quilt today.  I chose three pieces of fabric from a selection of scraps that Fran sent me.

I guess I’m still working through something with my Heron because the first fabric square I chose to work on has similar colors.

 

I pulled out some pieces of fabric that worked with each square.  Some from my stash and many from a bag of scraps that Nancy sent me.

My idea is to make each section the same size and sew them together.

I finished the dark greens, blues and teals then started working on the piece above.  I want to get more pinks into this one.

There are so many shades of pink in the flowers and marsh that I see when I look out my studio window.

It wasn’t until I was putting up these pictures that I saw how closely the colors are related to the photo I took this morning of The Path to the Crab Apple Tree.

 

 

Natures Dream Catcher

I’m not sure what is going on here.  You can see the dark hole at the bottom of the hole in the tree, and what looks like a spider’s web stretched across pine needles bent into an oval.

So maybe a spider lives in the tree?

Or perhaps it’s a small animal getting ready to hibernate for the winter, dream catcher in place.

(I didn’t expect to hear the train whistle when I was taking the video.  I was hoping just to capture the sound of rain.  But when I played the video back, the train added an unexpected element to the video along with Fate’s glowing eyes.  Jon found the whole thing a little spooky.)

I still can’t get over how the pine needles are bent to create an oval and how the whole thing floats in front of the hole in the tree like a protective doorway.

 

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