Friday, March 25, 2011

Spring banner in progress

I'm working on a spring banner. Honestly, it should have been finished long before now, but between life's ups and downs and my lack of inspiration, it took me a long time to get going on it. I finally feel like I have a handle on it.

The base fabric is a set of three white doilies that I bought in a large box of slightly imperfect household linens. They have some light stains that won't come out, which I can work around. Next I found some fabric that must have been meant for curtains - kind of sheer, with a sweet pink print. That got me up and running.

I cut out letters from the curtain fabric and machine stitched them to the doilies. Now I'm adding some appliqued figures and embroidery:

Spring flowers (in progress)


Spring bird (in progress)

It's been a while since I've done much with fabric, so this is feeling fun and fresh.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Bar light

Wine glass and waitress at West Wing

Our waitress smiles hello.
I wince about last time. Yet she
beguiles in bar light.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The challenge of noticing poetry in daily life

When I notice that I need something to spark me creatively, I sometimes give myself a challenge. It's like a coming up with a game, writing my own rules as I go along. Today I thought: hmm, I haven't written any haiku in a while. Maybe I should write about my daily life, and photograph the subjects, too. I give myself permission to be spontaneous and not worry about "perfection" - the poetry can be goofy and not always follow the rules, and the photos can be blurry or poorly composed or whatever. I took a short photography class last week, so this is a perfect opportunity to experiment with what I learned.

As my brain was on this train of thought, I was washing dishes. I looked down into the dishpan and decided soapy water could be as good a subject as any. . . .

Yellow rubber glove fingers with bubbles

Washing plastic bags
in warm, soapy dish water -
bubbles pop and shine.

Yellow rubber glove with bubbles

Friday, March 4, 2011

Some days go like this. . . .

My migraines usually have the decency to hit while I'm at home in the morning. I cancel my plans and go back to bed.

I've been somewhat functional this afternoon, so I took out my frustrations on a piece of junk mail that I'd covered with Golden Fiber Paste. Viva la Sharpie noir!

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