This piece, The Ancestors, is at the machine quilting stage. I plan to wrap it around a wrapped canvas. It measures 24" x 30". It's hand dyed, stamped, stenciled, spray painted, hand painted, embellished and quilted. Well, it will be by the end of today.
I also worked on another piece from this summer's dyeing experiments. I didn't have the camera over in the studio with me so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for a picture of that piece.
It was nice to get back to the sewing machine. I don't think I could ever just settle on one medium to express myself. I love Mixed Media & Textile art. I love combining the two.
The Studio Artists have decided to stay home tomorrow and play in their own studios. The cold weather followed our Winter Wonderland gig. Tomorrow it will be 5 degrees with a windchill of -30.
That makes it hard for some of the older gals to even breathe when they get out of their cars. I think everybody wants a little more time to work on their pieces for the show.
I need to start working on my fabric bowls. My first couple were a disaster. It's a learning curve for me.
I took notes from the artists that were successful, in our group and I hope that my next attempts will be better.
The sun is coming out, the snow is glistening, the trees and bushes covered with a layer of white. With the blue sky and puffy white clouds you wouldn't have a clue that it's so cold it freezes your nose hairs. It really is beautiful out there.
I filled the bird feeders and there is a lot of activity.
I had to shoo the six Morning Doves away. They tend to want to just sit, take up room and guard the food.
The Juncos don't take them on, although I have seen the Red Headed Woodpecker scatter them.
It is still hard for me to believe that shooting Morning Doves is a "sport". I could go out and grab one by the neck, this morning, if I wanted.
Be creative today, today is all you know you have.
"The past is dead, the future is imaginary, happiness can only be in the ETERNAL NOW MOMENT."
Ken Keyes, Jr., Handbook to Higher Consciousness