3/52

This was actually a frustrating week to complete something, despite my having a lot of time to work. Most of my crafting time as of late is put towards knitting my Quinn bag, but it is a lot of knitting and still only a third completed. Hopefully I'll have it as my completed piece coming up here.

The project I was going to use this week is a surrealist piece I did during my independent study art class. However on the drive home, a can of racquetballs rolled over the piece and managed to turn it into an unflattering mess. I was not pleased as it is by far my favorite piece that I have done thus far.

So instead I offer up an ATC. It's for the Night Court series on Swapbot, this is House Eglantine.



Materials used: Printout,watercolor pencils, water pen, tissue paper, modge podge, gold pen, gold charm, several ribbon fibers.

2/52

Dave gave me a skein of gorgeous hand-dyed worsted wool for Christmas. I wanted to use a simple pattern to show off the colors so I modified the Easy Lace Stashbuster Scarf by Donna MacLean.

I love the way to colors move back and forth across the pattern






I also worked on expanding the shrine I made last week and my sweater. Pictures to follow soon I'm sure!

Project 1/52

This one is actually a project I was doing for Swap Bot. It's an Assembalage Shrine using the themes of love/rocks/plants/gardens. So I used a skinny cow cheese container as my base and made kind of a hidden garden. Pictures below =)

Finishing Projects

That's my goal for this year: to finish one creative endeavor a week. I have a number of projects started and a few more half completed, but I'd like to start finishing things. That doesn't mean that every week I'll finish a big project, but by the end of the year I'd like to have finished 52 pieces of art.

Fall winds

Fall is in the air down here. In Florida my experience of fall is a pale, pale thing from what it once was. I miss the bursts of color and the crispness in the wind.

Still

despite the heat

and despite the sun

In the cool of the night, when I stand under the darkened sky, autumn creeps past me in the wind, curling against my skin.

Getting Lost

I used to revel in getting lost when I was younger. I and a friend would wander the streets of my small town until we found places we had never been. I still dream of places and can't remember if they existed or not.

I began this post six months ago and am only finishing it now. The words themselves got lost on the way here.

Apathy

Its so insidious, so convincing. Apathy convinces you this or that can wait. Apathy whispers "You deserve some down time." "Things are slow today." "You'll get to that when you are feeling better." I feel it sneaking over me like a thick cotton wrap, muddling my thoughts and weighing down my limbs. There is a temptation to fall back into its smothering depths and let it enfold me in, blocking out the world.


A hint of spring is in the air here. The sun shines and my fountain burbles happily to itself in the corner. Above it is the painting I loved so long ago in a store in Shadyside. The path to love it says incomprehensibly to me. I shall rise from my warm cocoon and go forth.