Monday, August 22, 2016

a mile of patchwork

 
In one part of the mind, there really could be a fear of losing all sense of separating boundaries;

the boundaries between the tangible realities of the external world
and
the imaginative realities of the inner world of feeling and idea.

A fear of being mad.

A fear that letting go of common sense and letting in imagination means letting in madness.

Marion Milner

Saturday, August 20, 2016

nervous and vulnerable




Three questions I was recently asked.

Are you spiritual?
Is your being happy in your body?
Do you want to control your own life?

Thursday, August 18, 2016

the circle in the square is a metaphor for the inner self - carl jung

 
Lenore Tawney went to India when she was 70 years old.

She started her art career after going back to school in Chicago - she was 40.

She STARTED exhibiting around age 50.

Monday, August 15, 2016

sky full of clouds, field full of grass

 
I have completed it.
A piece that is larger than I can reach in all directions, filled with hand stitch.
The marks and lines distract the viewer's eye just enough.

I could look at it for hours.  It puts me into a reverie.

This is not the entire piece which is a square.  I've folded the top third down.
Mostly it is because I am still fearful of using the step stool.
However, I can walk on one level without using the cane.
I can go up and down a staircase with one.

Monday, August 8, 2016

the sense of touch and the aesthetic of time

 
It is not an image that I am seeking
It is not an idea
It is an emotion.

An emotion of wanting, of giving and
of destroying.

Louise Bourgeois

Monday, August 1, 2016

the open destiny of life

 
 
 
Such a story, the kind that begins "there was a woman, followed by plot"

The absolute line between two points which I've always despised...not for literary reasons, but because it takes all hope away.

Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.

Grace Paley

Thursday, July 28, 2016

hand piecing with jack's butterfly

 
You have to abandon your past every day.
And accept it.

And if you can't accept it, then you have to do sculpture.

Louise Bourgeois