Friday, 18 November 2011

Time ...

... to watch, listen, smell, read, think











'Silence is the soul's oxygen' CM

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Skinned Moon


right
rear
front
One of the fledglings made in September (see last post).

Thin silk threads, dark-blue, with a white half moon and a hollow spherical shape at the bottom - hard to capture as photo. Click thumbnails to enlarge.

Shown at Cupola Gallery, Sheffield, this Oct / Nov (Artificial Light) ... and sold.

Friday, 7 October 2011

Skinned Moon
Skinned Moon @
Artificial Light / Cupola Gallery / Sheffield

7 October - 13 November 2011

See also Blog, 17 November 2011

Monday, 19 September 2011

'Repotting'

Dark blue silk 'hair'
I've moved my studio and dug out the screen print equipment I didn't use for ages. All the substances and recipes to make the printing dyes were like waiting to be retrieved.

Made some prints on silk for small 3-D work ... and now my work space looks like at a hairdresser's. Layers of fine silk organza are reduced in matter. It's like sculpting a thin substance.

Thinning out seems to be the motto of the moment: cutting threads out of printed cloth - and taking dead wood out of trees.
Oh, it's a treat to be able again to work in the garden and to climb trees!

Sunday, 19 June 2011

A year later

I've been away for a couple of months on some kind of journey. Last autumn I went to see a GP and came back home a month later, rather small. This doctor took me serious (third time lucky) and much to my surprise sent me to hospital (not so lucky). There eventually it emerged why I had felt like 'riding a bicycle with a flat tire' for some time...

Life as an English patient was new territory to me. All of a sudden I found myself excluded from the world, like a fish in an aquarium, only my fish tank was noisy and hectic 24/7; it was a (cultural) shock. Through the window I could watch the country being submerged by snow, while around me - and within me - all kind of drama took place.

It took a month and high doses of antibiotics to cure me. What I possibly had to learn in hospital - and during subsequent months of convalescence on the continent - was to Let it be.



Thanks for the thoughts and treats I received from friends during this time. They were my lifeline!