bowls, bangles and beads

Another day of experimenting…….  mod roc bandage as base of clay bowl, three new bangles, again with Mod Roc base, one now has a paper clay “wrap”, one has milliput and the other awaiting a decision !   Thanks Hilary for the heads up on MOD ROC !   The beads are, are discs and ovals cut out and  pierced, with the left over pieces hand rolled into beads.  I used Modena air dry cold porcelain, it’s very different from paper clay in that you can roll it quite thin, at first I wasn’t keen, didn’t like its bendy plastic rubbery texture, but have grown to quite like it.

I purchased Modena in white translucent, cobalt, red, yellow ochre and brown.  Mixing red with tiny bit of cobalt and white made a lovely violet colour, and added more white to each batch until they became a very pale lilac.  Then I mixed red with yellow ochre to make a terracotta, and again mixed each batch with equal part of white until it became a coral colour through to a  very pale pink.  Results strung onto recycled sari ribbon

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I also tried out alcohol inks, Adirondack col “stream” and “bottle” . Only need a meer “smear” on the translucent clay and hey presto, a lovely affect, you can see the test piece on my book.  Love my new Moleskine, it has printed squares down the side of each page, so you put image, sample, fabric scraps and so on and room to write notes, Grand !!

 

 

where did the sun go !

IMG_6434Wow, such a wonderful couple of days, to feel that warm sun on my skin……….  not long now and back to Greece  and hopefully a little more consistent sun !.  Its gloomy again and raining right now !

Poor old veg it doesn’t know what is happening, one good thing is the BEES, they keep on doing what they do best, pollinating the veg flowers !  Runner Bean that are climbing the high red brick wall are alive with the buzzing bees going about their business.  Bean are very abundant now, one of my fave veggies.  Tomatoes are abundant too but with the weather, not many ripen.  I grew a lot this year, 20 plants or more, but I am lucky if I get more than a handful a day, thought I would be having a real glut and could be bottling up their sunshine for the winter.  Courgettes much the same, no glut and I have so many recipes to cope with it this year too.

Breakfasted on my toms, sauteed in a little oil and smoked paprika with scrambled eggs.  Not my eggs , would love to have some hens, but not possible where I live sadly, perhaps one day when I am in Greece with my design and sculpture studio,garden and time just for myself !

My Sweetpeas I have picked a bunch fresh everyday since mid June, so delighted, so well worth the trouble growing from seed.

 

 

 

we must let go of the life we have planned

WE MUST LET GO OF THE LIFE WE HAVE PLANNED, SO AS TO ACCEPT THE ONE THAT IS WAITING FOR US.  Joseph Campbell

Control seemed a useful tool; it helped to make sure that ones expected plans, outcomes, would come into reality.  Well you might think, that’s a good thing isn’t it? Is it?  Lets think about this a little more.

If we use control, our will, to shape an expectation, to bring about a thought form and make it tangible, how do we know the form we are shaping is not coming   from our distorted vision of our world?   If we control our outcomes, grasping at a fixed vision then we become so blinkered we can miss little indicators on the way that may have lead us to something more meaningful and fulfilling from entering our world.  Forcing our will to create takes a massive amount of energy, it can be very draining and we end up struggling when we reach a negative force, we start to battle, it can become a war as we fight to achieve our goals.

With Blinkers on we don’t listen to the biggest gift of all, our intuitive nature, our connection to the universal energy that supports us in every way.  We all have an instinctual gift to share in our world, a souls purpose. Some of us know this clearly and have learnt to separate out and know the difference between, what we think this should be, often through expectation of others projected upon us and what we know to be our own true journey, a hero’s journey, full of joy and passion for life.  For some it’s not so clear, but know they are being pulled along by an invisible thread to something much greater than is known to them at this time.

Dream courageously, let go of the outcome, drop the will, the control accept “what is” and allow life to unfold every second, every minute, living fully in the present with an ear tuned into the intuitive side of our nature, our feminine attributes, allows us to follow our hearts, to flow gracefully in the river of life, no struggle, no battles, just a serene unfolding that can take us to the wonderful life that is waiting for us.

A smaller example of what I mean.  I had an idea in my mind that I would be breakfasting with a friend in the park this morning followed by a nice walk, but it didn’t work out.   This meant a big hole opened in my day, and out came some pastels.  I decided to create myself in image, not particularly for the finished article but the healing process that expressing from the heart can have upon our soul, my heart in particular is in question at the moment so I wanted to express the warmth and the life giving force a healthy heart can manifest in ones life. Just going with the flow allowed me to create this day, feels very good

sunset and sea

I enjoyed a most creative day with a dear friend of mine in her studio.   She is a felt maker, and we sat together , chatted about our creative endeavours, and  what was inspiring us, we pulled out lovely coloured wools, my selection inspired by the beautiful sunsets down at the sea that I had been photographing over the month I had off from work.   I had gathered a stone that was really special to me and the sunsets themselves so significant.  So away we went, laying out the strands of wool in the sunset hues, soaping and rubbing.  I knew I wanted some kind of tendrils, not sure why, but now I can see.  My finished pouch that holds my treasured stone has taken on the life of a sea creature, perhaps an anemone e or a squid like being.  I am so pleased with the piece, it feels so special and has become a very treasured object.

tangled thoughts

Not been a good week so far, my head is reeling with so many thoughts, they are all tangled together…………   work stuff, designing, grief,  deadlines, children, hospital, ex husband, sadness,  they are all in there pulsating and swirling around, my head feels like its going to explode.    Quiet my mind, sit with the thoughts and accept them……………. one by one just let them go, let them pass through and accept what is…………..  I am trying

This image I drew somewhile ago seems to conjour up this feeling.

Pencil sketch digitally layered

Number three, I like it, but not everyone does………….

A number that is uncomfortable for some, for me its what I know.  I grew up in a three, mother, father and me until my teenage years; I have many relationships which group in three and it’s comfortable to me.

Why for some is this a threat?  A dear friend of mine likened it to a three-legged stool; if one leg were kicked away then the stool would not stand up.  And of course there is the triangle of persecutor, victim and rescuer, which can play out.  I like to think of this verse in Ecclesiastes spoken by king Solomon “A three-ply cord is not easily severed.”

There is the Holy Trinity, the Three Jewels in Buddhism, in maths it s the first odd prime number and lucky number.  Abraham Lincoln said “Of the People, By the People, For the People”.  Then there are the Three Graces, The fates, the triple headed Goddesses.  Chekov’s famous play the Three Sisters and in sport the Triathlon.  The cycle of life, creation, life and death, the three ages of woman maiden, mother, crone.  So much of life comes at us in three; it’s a joyous number to me, I like it

Tbis piece of work is a paper cut, scanned and digitally manipulated and of course it in THREE !