in reference to a post from Acey Sparklinglotusink.typepad.com Nichobella The Daughter Cloth. just after Jude's patchwork Beasts....Cloth Weaving....made of torn strips of very used household cloth, stained and with holes. Wove and stitched while standing on a ladder. It hung on t...

This is a photo of a photograph by Ishiuchi Miyako. One of her many beautiful and poignant works on display at the Spirits Rising: Hiroshima exhibit at the Portland Japanese Gardens. "...documenting cherished items and clothing left behind by victims of the atomic bomb detonated in H...

Warmer. A lot warmer. Four young females watching the sunrise this morning. This one. She turned to look at me. For a long time. I opened the window. Spoke softly. She remained. For a long time. I feel like she is a stray self. I'm unrolling all the work here today. I will put holes in all...

Last fall I decided once the holidays had completed their cycle of revelry and exhaustion I'd spend dedicated time each day working on the quilt pictured above. And that I'd stick with the project until the quilt was at long last DONE. It's a queenish sized bed quilt that was machine pieced ...

Surnai Molloy was raised on an eight mile long island offshore Galway by parents who ran an organic garden and lived as simply as possible, with a very small income. Home schooled until the age of 15, she spent her afternoons going to the sea and walking along the cliffs. Currently she is a...

Here I am. Again. (loving this,how much the paper seems like cloth) Wondering where I begin. Or not. With the box I put myself in, looking for another way out. Over the next month I will work on all the existing small works here. Touch them. Let them go, finished or not. I think one final Spir...

Alicia Pearl Ever....the VERY Young Manzanita, her two Pine Sentinels and a buddha i just looked, after publishing, clicking to Enlarge, and how so elegant the Enlarge, so so perfect and Gentle and beautyFully Elegant the image....i stared and breathed there was Wonder of w...

1970's. Lake Superior, Upper Peninsula, Michigan.....traveling to lower peninsula, Ann Arbor, to Oregon, to Arizona, back to Michigan, on to NewMexico, now....Northern California. Companion. Holder of small water, Everywhere. Water. Stone.

digging the Hydrangea....from the first year here, mother's day for Jenny from Jeff. Planted. flourishing, eaten by Goats, removed and repotted all last year because no one said where to Plant. Today. Emrie and i dug the hole. She is IN. Surprisingly, her roots remained m...

Good Morning, Fresh off the sheets. Slept in. Ready for Birthday Pancakes.

I think maybe this post should've could've been over at Thought Catching (Patchwork in Perspective, part 1) But I think it just needed to be here, for now, before I begin again over there. Today, and for the last few days actually, my thoughts have been about thinking. About changing my min...

The "On Being" podcast is one of my favorite things to listen to while working on projects. This weekend I listened to an episode with Sandra Cisneros that is being added to my favorites list. "You know how you look at a tree, and there are some rings that had a lot of rain, and it gets really ...

what i meant to say, when i said Children pollinate us, was that they pollinate our Spirits. With un contained Curiosity, with Willingness for Anything to be Anything, with Joy in Everything, with a Wide Open Response to Love, to recognizing Love and moving toward and into it. They ...

Yes, I'm here, the Man here has solved the computer issue for now. Yesterday I met my first Blue Bird. Can you find it here? I took the pic from my sewing corner. Maybe that little bird house was it's home? Need to learn more about them. Put up some bird boxes. Maybe my son will make a few for...

looking for more for the brother. This...from SO LONG AGO....a workshop with Glennis on use of Colorhue. When was that? 12 years? I have hardly used any of this....it was a magic trick somehow that i was able to get BLACK and this dark...i remember so little, but something about com...

A new place to wander. Summer's indigo scraps and a ThreadCrumb moon (about 13 x 13"). There's been a lot of forehead furrowing by K. and I about Moon's future plans. K. keeps telling me to not say anything, that it will push his heels deeper in, but I can't seem to help myself. ...

And In case you are still looking, a Heart of Gold. I found one a while ago and I am grateful because I'm getting old. Just, just have a lovely day.

the high branches of the Morning Tree at Sun Set How Life. How Life, just living it, can make us Beauty Full. my brother, 7 years younger, Bemidji Minnesota. There are stories. Hundreds. Our lives wandered through the 70's 80's. He DID go back to the land, way back then. ...

went to Post Office. I'd let my subscription lapse a while back. a long while, actually....i was in the Evacuation mode...not wanting things i'd need to leave behind. With the collage work, i missed them, the array of images and just pieces of things that become images so i searched ...

Rain again, fog, grey February, but no real snow. So warm, but cold returns tomorrow morn, in some big way. Kitchen window. Grandma's glass door knob. Always love how it twists things. Here it's own little world, pushing all else out of focus. Two wet racoons just slowly walked by acros...

Today I woke with sun in my eyes. It was an extra wonderful thing after countless grey days made dismal and bleak with the ongoing roaring wind effect. When the sun shines after a pronounced absence I especially love those times when I have an opportunity to free-float through the day on - ...

Emrie's father is a Houston TX cop. She loves police cars, helicopters and fire trucks. She is a California child. She got the screw driver from over on that "end table" and worked to Fix the car for the "police officer". i looked at this pic off and on. Love just this muc...

Just to see. Loving the sense of it. Many images building at the same time. In my mind. By evening, yesterday, the new Place to Be had evolved into Yes,OK... A more comfortable chair in that corner where the light is at my back. And a lamp, for evening stitching. This morning, still Yes. O...

It began with the strip of green. Then the rest. The Earth she walks. the Skirt. Shake it. Put it on. walk to the pile of scraps on the bed...."They said....DO NOT THINK. " reached hand to the pile, picked up the first thing i touched. 3 times. the Skirt. back to pile.......