New Love. Or, really; Love Rekindled: My seventh-son-of-a-seventh-son Grampa used to bring me precious gifts: wallpaper sample books from his work, when I was about six. To match my body size to the book, now as then, I'd need a book at least a metre square. Wouldn't that be something...
These are recently acquired samples, of somewhat lesser proportions than the anaglypta delights of my childhood, but nonetheless swoonworthy. They've brought me memories, and good dreams. Wallpapers have evolved Beauty-fully, I was delighted to find. Textures, colours, patterns. Altogether marvelous.
And in an ecstasy of photographing, earlier, I got around to snapping pics of some recent playing, too.There are more, of course. For now, these. (Pics click clearer.)
And if I can get another of my dreams to come on thru, I will make a new cyber~gallery soonsoon, specially for this new wave of play-produce. The more collage I do, the more I recall having done, all through my Life, since I was Quite Wee.
Seeing Mary Ann's sublime pics today reminded me some more, too. As did a browse thru this gallery.
Talking of Our Lady Of Dispatches, it was she who pointed me in the Tattered Angel direction recently.
So now I await Glimmer Screens and Glimmer Mists. Even the names are Splendid Things.
Awaiting also tonight's last session in the Mother Night series. "Mining the Mother Lode: How to Bring Diamonds from the Darkness (for Working Artists and People Who Want to Create)"
I imagine the recording of this one will be especially good for listen-while-u-work mode, thru the Winter. The download will become available (to buy) in a few days - at Sounds True.
"Our work is not to criticize, condemn, or complain. Our work is to do. And then do again. And again, and know for once and for all, that seeking perfection is the abject enemy of "done." " ~ C.P. Estes
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