cusspots redux

Somewhere along the line I learned that it's a sin (or some measure of bad karma) to waste a sunny day by staying indoors.                                                                            I found the bucket with my premixed dyestock hiding in the garage and fished about a dozen assorted bags and cusspots out of soda ash soak and set about bringing the rainbow down on all of them.                                                                   I'm out of time now so they'll get to stew in the colors until tomorrow sometime. Remind me that I have physical therapy at 10.

summers end evolution

Thanks to everyone who had thought about this piece. It continues to grow and evolve.

hanging on to summer still

I continue to hang on to this piece as it evolves. So far each scrap that I've incorporated has been beloved on it's own. Pulling them together continues to be a challenge.     I know that working on this is a nervous reaction to a number of pending deadlines so today I'm just going to enjoy it and have blocked out tomorrow for getting down to brass tacks on those "got tos"                  

still splashin

Ain't it grand to be wrong sometimes?

I am really looking forward to this weekend. There will be sleeping late, studio time, and family together. Nothing else matters.

just a little summer to hang on to

Somewhere I heard someone say that being a parent is like wearing your heart on the outside of your body for the rest of your life. It's so true.

What did I say?  IF the sun comes out at all this weekend I'll take another shot at it but I started physical therapy for my back today and the thought of slowly descending into really cold water makes me kinda clench. We'll see.

stormy sunday

 

I hope this is not what it takes to keep me in

the studio for an extended period of time, well an hour or so any way. We now

have Houses, Landscapes, Happenstances and even a few "rescues" - things that

didn't work out do rather well chopped into 6"x4" pieces.

I keep telling myself "it's a TOOL"

As if I couldn't hammer in a nail with a rock.



I know I shouldn't, but I covet.  
Shsssh! Don't say anything to my A95!

Summer fading fast

Every time I get to spend a little time in the pool these days I feel like I'm saying goodbye to a friend who is going away for a long stay elsewhere.

Each day it takes more time get ahead of falling leaves and storm debris. Still, I'll be going in until it's too cold for penguins. 

Then we let the leaves fall and stay and the pool becomes a pond again. This year I may get some guppies to keep the frogs company.

small moves

I bought a yard of 2 sided fusible a while back and knew this day was coming. My scrap baskets are full to overflowing, the cards are all cut out and now all I have to do is please myself one 4"x6" space at a time. These are all headed to market..and speaking of which. Does anyone know just what the market will bear, price-wise,for mailable fiber art postcards these days? I am without a clue, all input gratefully considered.

a blankie

Another satisfied customer. This young lady chose the fabrics she wanted - all I did was bring them together.

spoobit spawning

As usual, the hand stitching doesn't add a thing design-wise, from a few steps back . Up close and personal (once drawn in) I'm still liking it and will add some more. There will be some painting to address value issues and quite down the chaos a notch but for now, it's on the design wall where I can spend some time eyeballing it while I put together a couple of flings.