18 November 2011

Time ...

... to watch, listen, smell, read, think











'Silence is the soul's oxygen' CM

17 November 2011

Skinned Moon


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One of the fledglings made in September (see last post).

Thin silk threads, dark-blue, with a white half moon and a hollow spherical shape at the bottom - hard to capture as photo. Click thumbnails to enlarge.

Shown at Cupola Gallery, Sheffield, this Oct / Nov (Artificial Light) ... and sold.

7 October 2011

Skinned Moon
Skinned Moon @
Artificial Light / Cupola Gallery / Sheffield

7 October - 13 November 2011

See also Blog, 17 November 2011

19 September 2011

'Repotting'

Dark blue silk 'hair'
I've moved my studio and dug out the screen print equipment I didn't use for ages. All the substances and recipes to make the printing dyes were like waiting to be retrieved.

Made some prints on silk for small 3-D work ... and now my work space looks like at a hairdresser's. Layers of fine silk organza are reduced in matter. It's like sculpting a thin substance.

Thinning out seems to be the motto of the moment: cutting threads out of printed cloth - and taking dead wood out of trees.
Oh, it's a treat to be able again to work in the garden and to climb trees!

19 June 2011

A year later

I've been away for a couple of months on some kind of journey. Last autumn I went to see a GP and came back home a month later, rather small. This doctor took me serious (third time lucky) and much to my surprise sent me to hospital (not so lucky). There eventually it emerged why I had felt like 'riding a bicycle with a flat tire' for some time...

Life as an English patient was new territory to me. All of a sudden I found myself excluded from the world, like a fish in an aquarium, only my fish tank was noisy and hectic 24/7; it was a (cultural) shock. Through the window I could watch the country being submerged by snow, while around me - and within me - all kind of drama took place.

It took a month and high doses of antibiotics to cure me. What I possibly had to learn in hospital - and during subsequent months of convalescence on the continent - was to Let it be.



Thanks for the thoughts and treats I received from friends during this time. They were my lifeline!