truly spacious

correct arrangements

A post in which i want to say:
'Syntax' is one of those words I just cannot get my head round.
It has me feelin like a dunce, so to speak.

As an alternative to getting too bound up in comprehension crazyness, I've been doing some crayonning and penning, ripping, gluing and snapping.
It's the best thing for it when this dunceghost thing comes upon me.

  Speaking of collage -  and it is on my speak-menu these days - Jane Davies' newly delivered 'Collage Journeys' book is pleasing and inspiring me. (Thanks to seein it, I think, at L K Ludwig's The Poetic Eye. Her own Mixed-media Nature Journals is also singing sweetly to me.)

Mary Ann's archives, ~ along with eb's ~  continue to astonish, enchant and unsettle me, in the sense of makin me want to get to work in new ways. And making me pine for bright sunshine, and more heat.

Preparing for some splashing and 'sploring. Boxes of potential are being taken from shelves where they landed overhere, on arrival in my new home.
Actually they landed on the floor first, since there were no shelves of which to speak, or on which to put, five months since...
But now there are shelves, and the possibility of splashing and letting rip a little more freely, which is what I think the unsettledness is asking of me now.
We'll see.

Thank you for coming by, if you do.

Good creative weekend wishes for us all.

xxx

viaviavia

New Moon in Pisces, New antennaes waving, new places revealing themselves.

Following a collage trail online. Somehow finding notpaper, which opens many doors.
Opening historylist, I see it was Mary Ann who hinted in that direction.
And then I somehow found myself perusing acejet170's fine things, and enjoying the mysteriouseclectics of daily poetics.

I probly need to roll away from the laptop now, to get to any of the things I'd like to say, to do or to have done.
I rolled awhile to get these pics of recent experimentations. Following collage trails offline.

There are more. Of course. And this is enough, for now...

And there seems to be some Blackbird nestbuilding activity around My Garden today.

xxx

experience, experiment, expert

My bundle, though photogenic under the eaves of my sweet bungalow, was a little too sheltered to receive, and be transformed by, prevailing conditions, and so I directed it's move over to The Big Tree. Said Tree is out of reach for me, being across a gravelly bit, where wheels cannot travel. With a little assistance, tho, my will was done. And now, we wait. So far it looks like the inkyprint is withstanding the rains.... Snuggled up against the big ole trunk there, it still looks splendid.

And are those Buds I see? I do believe..... 
(The Rose is a mystery that has made it through the wildest of Winters.)

My darling SnowDrops are trumpeting along nicely, too. This is the first time these hitherto citykids have breathed such fresh clean air to bring them on up from the soil. And, clearly, they liked it.

And in other news....
I had a lot of fun this weekend via iHanna's generous links, exploring all manner of ArtJournalness.

I sent some of my new finds on through to dear Lani who did what she does when she gets excited; a superfast post with happy Leonine gusto. 

I watch and rewatch This glorious Vid, too, to hear the exquisite contented-bird sounds of kids discovering stash. I've also been making the appreciation sounds, to remind me of that good feeling.

I'll just say briefly how Delighted I am to have cybermet Mary Ann, who made the vid and many more, and her wonder-filled Dispatch from LA.
Between her and eb, ooooh I have so much new inspiring loveliness to explore.

I have new pens. I have glue. I have papers galore. Experiments are happening overhere.

And talking of 'experiment'. It comes between 'experience' and 'expert' in my old dictionary page.
And yes, I have included it in a collage; and when I get round to scanning and whatnot, I will present....

Meanwhile, I need to rest this here left leg. I have a serious bit of flesh-healing to relax into ~ unfelt but in need of good mending. Housebound is not such an ordeal, really, now, tho; surrounded multidimensionally, as I am, by so very much deepBeauty.

xxx

Is it still Now?

 

Once again singing the praises of my dear departed Dad's artistry.
Three years since he passed on; on 18th Feb.

These pics and many more are also in the Beauty-full gallery "Made by Jack", which I created last year to celebrate his would-have-been 86th birthday - March 13th.
This year I'm moved to show and share these treasures again on his deathday.

I'm so glad I have these pics. Having pics of departed Loved ones is one thing. Having pics taken through their dear departed eyes is another. And I'm glad I have both.

When I asked him what I was seeing in the top pic, he replied he had waded into the middle of the water (and O what clear Water that is), to get the shot he knew he could see.... just a little further out than the easy one would have been. I love that story. I love that I saw the artistic effort beaming on out from the print when we gazed at it together, over sixty years after his wading day.

I love this whole batch of pics for what it shows me of how Jack looked at his world. The majestic spaciousness of Scottish wilderness where he loved to roam throughout his Life, and details.
Equally gazed upon, and brought into clear focus. Efforts carefuly made in pre-digital decades; cameras carried on bicycle travels; focus pulled, film developed, chemicals mixed, paper washed and dried - imagicianship galore - and now; dancing in a new light.

It's good to see such Beauty again, and I'm deeply grateful to Jack for bringing the pics, and me, on through, while he was overhere.
And for being such a good pal, still.

If you have moments and inclination, do enjoy a visit to see many more pics which Jack made , in the gallery. The slideshow there is a fullscreen, truly spacious, treat.

(The title of this post I heard Eckhart Tolle say recently, on one of his fine cd's. What a Brilliant Thing, I thought. And it continues to delight me ... still, Now ... . ... )

xxx

 

Loved Ones

Mosaic Love:1. 10_11_07 029 Cala Mesquida, 2. This hearts for you, 3. Big Heart, 4. we'll find the yearnings of our Heart, 5. hart, 6. Heart Lichen!, 7. my one tree love, 8. Coeur, 9. tunnel

As always with the flickrfave mosaics, click the pic here for juicier version, and click the links to visit each individual pic, and the treasures to which it is portal.

Hearty thanks to all the generous flickrartists. xxx

And Happy Birthday wishes to my Love-ly Aquarius pals; belatedly to the Divine Miss Rhomany, marvelous Martin, dear Zoe, and sweet Sylvia, (becoming 98), who kindly shares her delight-full card archive.
xxx

And here are some tunes I Love right now. Brightening my February.
I haven't the patience to do all the links, but the Cantoma site gives several treats.
Most of the rest of these (except, I think, Robbie R, and this Prince track) are in iTunes.
Click to see clearer!

Heart-felt Happy Valentines wishes to you!
xxx

pick a pink...

Further pink focusings...

Over at the Year of Color project, the sweety pinks continue to bring me a desire for something else. It's Earth, I realise. I need a little gentle brown, a hint of gold, sometimes a darker blush, in with my pink these days. And with the help of the fab tool which Lani found, I was able to go hunting and gathering, and here is the fresh tasty flickrfave food I returned with.
Good to find my peace with this pink thing.

"There is evolutionary value in my personal preferences", says Abraham, and when it comes to colour, my distinct and shifting, or abiding, preferences are a source of intriguing navigation for me. What is it that shifts or continues in the attraction? It's a resonance thang...

As always with the flickrfave mosaics, click the pic here for juicier version, and click the links to visit each individual pic, and the treasures to which it is portal.

My big thanks to all the generous flickrartists. xxx

1. Canyon de Chelly, 2. IMG_0167, 3. Forbidden City, 4. PoFA Flowers, 5. pink bark, 6. pushed bark, 7. Egyptian Grasshopper, 8. In front of the sun, 9. Untitled

bundle love

 

(All pics click larger + clearer.)

Yesterday, on my cybertrails, I spotted a lovely project. I saw that things were being bundled into the elements in Beauty-full ways, by Be...Dream...Play Elizabeth, x2,  and by RedVelvet Judy, and by many others, following the inspiration of The Altered Page Seth and his 'disintegration' project.

Today I woke up thinking about it, and so this afternoon I gathered the Things which were calling me, and put them all together. O how good to get to putting things together willynilly and yet precisionengineer artfully. Knowing they were all to be soaked and transformed in breezes and freezes, beams and drops, between today and the first of May. Knowing some of the carefully-quick chosen texts might vanish inbetweentimes.

Such a joy just to wrap and stitch, easy and fast. To bundle. The original recipe was for paper only, but I reeeeally wanted to include a little stitched Thing, and some too-shiny-for-my-taste things, just to see...

And then, I hung it outside, not very far from my kitchen door, in the last of the evening light.

 

A rare forray out into the coldness, where I found another weather-beaten form: my lovely stone, cracked in the frosts. It must have survived several million Winters till this one, but today it is a changed form again. This too shall pass.

Thankyou Seth for setting this sweet elemental project into motion. Good to be fired up on a chilly Winter's day in Norwich, UK, February 2009.

While we live and breathe, eh? xxx

more crow, and snow(drops)

In Crow Country, Mark Cocker says "I have enjoyed this moment of the rooks and jackdaws flying to their night-time roost on hundreds of occasions." 
In a while I may say that too. Now, this evening treat above my new home is a new one, a tens of occasions experience, which makes my heart sing and my Soul soar. Every time.

Meanwhile, on the ground overhere ~

Whoooooooooop!

xxx

a crow in the snow

... as seen through my window last week...   (click pic to see it juicier)   xxx

mothlove

I saw a moth pic, and spotted the heart motif therein, and went hunting for an image to play with.

The original within this one I found at a lovely informative page about Birch Trees, on a lovely Scottish site about Biodiversity. 
Moths love Birches, I learned.
I love Moths and Birches.

Plenty Love for all manner of Nature, All the time.

Sweet how pink-Februaryness and NatureLove synthesise in a little pic, eh.

xxx

different pinkness

I simply have to bump those previous pink makings down on the page. They are bothering me today.

So here is a different pinkness, a Beauty which I saw on one of my recce's to my new homezone, last year.
This treasure is by Gabriele Koch, and it lives about ten minutes drive from me, in the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts.

It's an enormous pot - about three feet wide, as I recall.

I'll go and visit it again as soon as I am done hibernating.  There are so many treats in store for me to explore hereabouts, in Spring.

And there are already Snowdrops in my Garden...

xxx

pinkpinkpink

I come and go with pink. Like I come and go with many things, really.
I learn to accept my cyclical shifts, the changing attractions.
(And reading Barbara Sher's fine book helped me deepen the acceptance. Thank you, Barbara. My copy is called "What do I do when I want to do everything?", and I believe the current version of it is called "Refuse to Choose".)

For now, and since quite a while, I'm gone from pink, and so the pink profusion of this month's Year of Color project swirling around brings me the curious phenomenon of looking repeatedly at a colour to which I am not naturally attracted at the moment.
I decided to check back through some makings. Many pink Things are lurking in my archives - evidence of times of pinkLove abounds.

Top two - from the spaciouscraft galleries. There are several more pink Things over there. Some in that Fierce Pink I was quite mad for, at the time, but which has me reaching for my sunspex just now...

Next two - from spacious makings - a stitch 'speriment.
Next four - from truly playroom stitching galleries - a blessing for my then neighbourbaby, who is now a dancing girly who lives a hundred miles away, who adores pink copiously, and who calls me 'honeyjaihn'. Which I Love.

This is a little softbooky which I made for the aforementioned young pinkness fan.

And this is another little Thing made during one of my on-pink times.

Clearly, pink and I have had our moments.

Maybe they will come again...

xxx