Wednesday Wading past the midnight hour

Well I am thinking of this as Wednesday still even though technically it's Thursday. I just haven't gone to bed yet so I'm still on Wednesday. For some reason I just seem to fight going to bed. It seems that some days I just don't want to miss anything. I know that I need to stop and give my body a rest but for whatever reason I think I need to be painting or stitching or creating all the time. Now mind you I do spend too much time some days just perusing peoples blogs and often an amazing amount of time can be sucked away. Today I spent the most of the day stitching some beautiful discharged fabric onto another cloth because I felt like I needed to do it. Hopefully tomorrow I will finish it. And take photos of it. I even stitched beads and a piece of old sweater that had pearls on it. I love the combination of walnut ink stained fabrics and indigo fabrics. it's the brown and blue that is so nice .. I've done some weaving of old coffee filters.

Well I fell asleep before I could finish this so I put it away and now it's Thursday but I'm going to leave the title as it is. I had a dream last night of a baby that was just born .. can't remember if it was mine or someone elses but the baby was at the hospital and i was waiting somewhere near by while someone else was tending to it and then suddenly there was a lot of commotion and people were running and then I go to look and the baby is being hurridly taken away and I am clearly upset about this and I don't remember what I said or anyone else for that matter just that ... i am very sad and worried that the baby is in great danger. I kind of look at babies in dreams as new beginnings and wonder if my dream of something new is about to die? I suppose I'll mull it over in my brain for the day and get on with my day. Things are about to change for me just not sure how.So for your viewing I am posting a few pictures.


This is just a beginning collage. Sometimes I buy books specifically for the titles or the words that are in them. Most times they don't mean anything. I am always surprised how others that are viewing my work are really drawn to text whether it is hand written or typed or from a book. I take that as people wanting to see the deeper meaning to things. Or trying to know what is going on with the artist. They usually ask if I specifically chose the words that they see. So sometimes it's yes and sometimes it's no. So not sure what or if I will add anything to this .. design wise I like how it feels .. sometimes fear keeps me from going any further. 

I'm often drawn to roots and rocks. I like the exposure of things that wouldn't normally be seen. I like the edges of things. And for some reason a lot of shapes are repeated in my work. Perhaps its the subconscious trying to make itself known. Definately some things I can be rather obsessive about creating.  Like working with my newest obsession with Walnut ink. Below is a piece of pinkish/coralish silk with walnut stains. Love it. Not sure what I will do with this yet.