extendent embellisment

A new course by Karen
working with scrim

For the first course I made a piece
not finished yet
A good time to extend

Silly nonsense ?????

Of all the silly nonsense,
this is the stupidest tea party
I've ever been to in all my life.

Encaustic wax

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go

Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

it felt like spring

As winter turns the corner
And spring is on the way
I wait with mounting happiness
To see what comes today.

I also love the cold days
With frost upon the sill
But something special happens
Once winter’s had its fill.

The crocus buds are swollen
The daffodils sprout so tall
Something special happens
As spring time makes its call.

So get ready for the changes
That happens none too soon
When spring time rounds that corner
And flowers start to bloom!

R.I.P.Adri

 Adri died last Thursday much to jong
 Many wil know here beautiful embroidery


No words
Could ever describe
How I feel
Though they try

 http://a3designs.blogspot.com

Oldie

scent of sweet pea

embroidery

of flowers

hexagon flowers

hexagon flowers for the border

Hexing Hexagons

These hexing hexagons of mine
Are perplexing hexing thoughts
Of whirling toward the world I see
For a swirl of whirling fun
A line to spawn these drawn shapes
As they dawn to spawn some more
Then patterns placed by grace to find
Show races placed inside my mind
Paul Moosberg

green journal

Flowers  vines and climbers

critters and crawlies

I slipped into the garden
Almost before 'twas light,
As the lazy sun arose
I glimpsed a charming sight...
Red Poppy flung her cap aside,
Shook out her silken skirt;
The way she danced with a young breeze
Told me she was a flirt!

snow

now I did it snow deying

to try I did just 3 colours

slowly the snow was melting

and the result

well I am not impressed

this was a little piece I loved
I just found a site were they say to put ureum  into the paint
If the snow stays  i try again with the ureaum

the right place

finding the right place for the heart

maybe this is the place

working on heart
integrate  them
in the big tea party quilt
the story continues

more hearts

whispering hearts a lovely class by Jude Hill

Whisper to my heart
So it may learn the secrets
Of a dream come true

Art and heart

Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

Though smooth be the heartless prayer, no ear in Heaven will mind it,
And the finest phrase falls dead if there is no feeling behind it.

Though perfect the player's touch, little, if any, he sways us,
Unless we feel his heart throb through the music he plays us.

Though the poet may spend his life in skilfully rounding a measure,
Unless he writes from a full, warm heart he gives us little pleasure.

So it is not the speech which tells, but the impulse which goes with the saying;
And it is not the words of the prayer, but the yearning back of the praying.

It is not the artist's skill which into our soul comes stealing
With a joy that is almost pain, but it is the player's feeling.

And it is not the poet's song, though sweeter than sweet bells chiming,
Which thrills us through and through, but the heart which beats under the rhyming.

And therefore I say again, though I am art's own true lover,
That it is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.

 Ella Wheeler Wilcox's

BUILDING A HOUSE

Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.

Lovers spin webs for castles,
conquerors ancestral halls,
angels their heavenly mansions,
demons their prison walls.

Actors that tread the boards
and actors on the street
have studied how to speak their lines
and where to put their feet.

Each is his own creator
and jostles with the crowd,
entangled with his own conceits
by turns both arrogant and cowed.

Mother Earth

after a phone call with a dear friend

I remembered this 

The challenge we are working on
because of grieve and difficult times
we never came to this challenge

 For me this was a very nice theme
in a basket forgotten there she was

I took here out and love here
I will work on here again
and maybe we all come togethere again
to finish this challenge


have a nice day

Kantha

Jude is talking about Kantha

I did a try of Kantha for C&G

finished purse

joy

The morning sun began to shine.
I felt a gentle glow inside.
A sensation of happiness came to me.
A wonderful feeling of being free

My worries and cares seemed far away.
I knew this would be a special day.
Things that once mattered were now in the past.
I'm really wanting this feeling to last.

My joy and excitement I cannot hide.
Even my smile is extra wide.
I want to reach out and delight everyone
To touch their lives like a warm ray of sun 

Old Things are More Beautiful

(Clay Harrison)
Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old photographs in albums,
love letters tied with lace
Recapture those old feelings
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a Teddy bear,
a ring that grandma wore,
Are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked "Nevermore".
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day-by-day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.

Journal Cover

Full moon woven on a piece of Japanese woven paper 
A cover for a Journal
This is for the on-line class I will take on February
The Teacher Victoria Payne

Green fingers

Whatever she plants it grows rapidly.
Her soft magical fingers devote for a green house.
He was mesmerized to her sing-song while she was in the fields.
Though he passes several times on her premises
He is not so lucky to touch her transparent fingers.
Already a young vegetarian has joined her green revolution.
But once in a way he peeps to buy fresh vegetables.
Then he touches her finger tips.
He lived in his illusion half of the journey.

Full Moon

Full Moon Dream

When all living things I comtemplate,
your sun and stars, your galaxies,
like a flickering candle flame
my soul is overcome,
and just as the moon can only shine
by reflection of its sun, so is my being,
only to wane into the unseen,
until it stands
before + thee
again.

silence

SILENCE
Do not mistake silence for ignorance
For silence is not empty though it seems so

Even a thousand words could never compare
To the message transferred by one cold stare

A mind consumed and filled with thought
Would have less to say than one which is not

As a rubbish can would ring much less
If it was full than one empty of trash

Look up to clouds that roll by slow
Sile

Caterpillar

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry
Take your walk
To the shady leaf or stalk.
May no toad spy you,
May the little birds pass by you,
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

A brand new year

A brand new year!
A clean slate on which to write
our hopes and dreams.
This year:
Less time and energy on things;
More time and energy on people.
All of life’s best rewards,
deepest and finest feelings,
greatest satisfactions,
come from people--
people like you. Happy New Year!

Christmas

Christmas Spirit

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Toss up a mash of extra magic
Toss in a batch of love
Let up the lights with random logic
Look out for sleighs above

Santa, Santa, can I have it
Please I’ve been so good
Santa, Santa, please I beg you
Please oh if you would

Get up a clash of Christmas color
Get in a catch of love
Set up and show the shiny decor
Shout out with Christmas love

Listen, listen, you can see it
Spirit everywhere
Listen, listen, you can do it
Spread it out and share

Put up a splash of Christmas spirit
Put in a dash of love
Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it
Sing out to those you love

Christmas, Christmas, you can fill me
Up with Christmas cheer
Christmas, Christmas, you fulfill my
Spirit every year

Love to you all

a place to sleep?????

Are you creating a place to sleep
she asked
no dear I am trying to get the quilt done

No I think your wrong
It is a great place to sleep
she sad

look here it is
my spot
I have to take a nap

well pined down
waiting for the cat
she is sleeping now
sssssst see you later