art, spirit, textiles, fibre, dreams, nature, love, life...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

wow...What an intense few weeks leading up to winter solstice.


BIG changes for me.


Making those giant leaps into the unknown are terrifying but at the same time exhilarating!


Looks like the universe has some plans.


Monday, June 22, 2009

Winter Solstice


The darkest day, the longest night, a completion of the cycle of seasons, birth, death, rebirth...

At 3.46pm 21st June 2009 the sun was at its most northerly point for the year... from this moment onward the shadows retreat into the underworld and slowly the sun awakens and day by day grows stronger...
My journey turns inward searching for my own inner light, as my cycle comes to an ending, i shed some tears, and let go of old worn and tired out personal clutter... so that my cycle may start afresh, my spirit shine and grow stronger with the light.

What do you dare to dream?
What do you dare to create?
How bright do you dare shine?


Tingly with anticipation of new possibilities, excited and welcoming of new adventures yet to be had, creations yet to be sewn, plant bits yet to be boiled.... i honour the darkness, for with it, it brings the light.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Looking up


outside layers peel... old leaves fall... dead wood drops....
blossoms burst out, new shoots form, growth begins,
it all happened when i wasn't looking...

Saturday, June 13, 2009

on my easel...


with an exhibition in september, id better get on with it....


Been painting spirals all year, dont know why...
must look into that a bit more...
going with the flo...
just a little secret between you and me...
i paint with my fingers, dont like using a brush, love getting mukky, love feeling the paint blend and move under my fingers...
the sensation takes me away into that special place, where my spirit likes to journey, where its all quiet and still, i can hear my heart beat...

Friday, June 12, 2009

hidden projects...


My hands are continuously busy, constantly in motion, forever moving ... down beside the lounge is a secret wool stash, when watching a movie i untangle my needles and have a knit...

What did make it into the dye pot...


...got a lovely rusty orange colour brewing up weeping cherry leaves ...
fabric left in overnight on top the fire place, keeping the just below simmering.
India's words tattooed in my brain "Time is your friend".




and a deep purply charcoal from the bark in a cast iron pot... dyed over night.
This became a really thick rich dye, i keep replentishing it and re-using it

What didnt go in the dye pot...







...this moss has been growing on the roof of dads shed for years, it looks like tiny mountains...

very tempted to boil it up and see what colour it gives... but resisted... had to touch and explore ..... so velvety and soft.


A cluster of mini mushies...




fly agaric - Amanita muscaria

The mad monk tells me he boils them and eats them, the 'Fly' in fly agaric comes from the sensation of flying or delirium when ingested... Celtic druids, Indians, cultures from all over the planet have used them in some form in spiritual ceremonies.... witches and warlocks brewed them up to make a flying potion....

they do evoke a sense fairy like wonderment...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Just because its pretty....


...the colours in the sari wool are so delectable...
outside is cold overcast and rainy, reflecting a really lovely natural wintery light.

stitches...


...hand stitching with crochet cotton, on a landskin, playing with the stitches... coloured by nature.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Tanjil Bren tales



The journey up to Tanjil Bren is one i have been doing for many years....

... loving every emerald green, fern encrusted bend and curve on that road.

and gems the forest has hidden away ... if you know where to look...


old loggers bridges... you can peep thru, and watch the waters beneath swirl and flow....

Friday, June 5, 2009

The Living Canvas

On a trip up to Tanjil Bren near Mt BawBaw, i was given a copy of "The Living Canvas" by John Yule, by a 'crazy monk artist'...

...i was fascinated by the stories he shared, by the fire, over a cup of sweet tea with manuka honey... about life, and living in The Czech Republic during the Russian occupation, his accent easily transported me into his tales.... we are truly blessed to live in a land where art, literature, music and thought can be enjoyed so freely.

Reading the book, i found this.... and felt it should be shared....



Art is essentially something which happens to the artist,

not something the artist makes happen.

to quote Jung again:

The creative urge lives and grows in him

like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment.

We would do well therefore,

to think of the creative process as a living thing

implanted in the human psyche.