Honey, I Love*

okay, So in my crazy mad crocheting, I thought I was ready for a sophisticated Interweave or Vogue pattern...(never underestimate my delusions)  I'm not quite there yet, but I could create a yarn bomb explosion...on you if you stand still long enough.

Also, I told myself a lie...because I'm going to have a small yarn stash, nothing massive or anything like collecting fabric (although I've noticed this could become competitive between yarn vs. fabric). 

I started another scarf tonight.  This is my 6th project in less than a month.  I'm going to block these made with this fine microfiber yarn just to see what that will do.  What I can gleam so far, there is a debate among the yarn heads, to block or not to block.

wave pattern



window pane pattern

 



Also, at the moment, as in the last few weeks of moments, I'm leaning toward blowing all the creative goal setting.  I'm going to walk into the ethereal realm creatively speaking and see what I leave behind on the trail of time. 

What I want to do hasn't changed...it is the pace in which I will do it that will.  In the slow re-read of Beloved I have been so struck by how LOVE is a force, energy, power, action that it has reminded me and shifted me...in the midst of this is the almost daily care and life with 2 small children (I thought this was all behind me) and the experience with my mother (early dementia) is showing me that at any age, all ages, change is truly inevitable, change that you can sometimes control and change you have no control over at all and at the end of the day none of it matters but that which is in LOVE, that force, energy, power, and action of existence.  This is what I'm choosing.  (remind me down the road lest I forget). 

So I think from here on out on my blog, among the artistic pursuits, I'm going to wax off my tongue and just talk about whatever I'm led to say.

*title is a reference to a poem and book by Eloise Greenfield.

Craftual Healing, Wake up, wake up, wake up*

Winter hasn't driven me mad, but nearly a month away from the studio has turned me into the mad crocheter.   I've been home resting and recuperating from a bit of bronchitis.   I am taking a steroid and it mucks with my sleep, meaning I'm up most of the night and take cat naps during the day.  Sooooo, I had a notion once again to learn to crochet.  I purchased 2 how-to books on the Kindle,  ordered hooks, picked up some yarns and away  down the rabbit hole I went.

This is the start of my 5th project in a week, week and a half.

a spring scarf with light weight cotton yarn on a 4mm hook.

 

I am a bit compulsive with this...I find with the attention and constant hands in motion, that my thoughts are at rest and listening with intent is improved.  Mostly I'm here at the desk, in front of the computer, listening to a podcast, or the news on TV, or music. (Moth Radio Hour and Democracy Now are the podcast and Valerie June is the songstress).  And it dawned on me while listening to MSNBC why I've decreased following the Mon-Friday evening shows...The shows spend too damn much time keeping me informed of the so-called conservative that they are indeed giving them way much more air time and coverage then they really need.  Don't get me wrong, I believe in knowing what the enemy is up to, but the coverage  doesn't go in depth of what so-called liberals or progressive movements or thoughts actually stand for.  The weekend shows do most of this with round table discussions with various povs by people who are self-respecting, intelligent on subject matter by way of study and/or activism...the weekend news and information is more civil in tone and engages me as if I'm in conversation. 

 

 

Before this need to rest began, I did bring the projector home for the purpose of enlarging the Sula inspired quilt on a white vintage table cloth.  But where I put it down, it still sits.  To paraphrase artist Kevin Cole "making good art is about making a series of intelligent decisions".  To enlarge the quilt would require intelligent decisions and a "flow" that I can't muster.  The crochet patterns and the counting, the either it is right or wrong that goes along with it, is a strong branch to make my cocoon right about now.

 

Peace, *title is reference to what song by which artist?

 



Day 5

Gallery sitting.  Steady stream of visitors.  In between visitors, this is what I am doing.