Thursday, October 08, 2015

Poetry Thursday - Rilke

From Notes on the Melody of Things

I. We are right at the start, do you see.
As though before everything. With
a thousand and one dreams behind us and
no act.

II I can imagine no knowledge holier
than this:
that you must become a beginner.
Someone who writes the first word after a 
Rainer Maria Rilke

Sunday, October 04, 2015

the weekend studio

Summer came in with a bang this weekend - suddenly a string of 30+ days. I like the warm, softer air and being able to walk around barefoot again but I am not good at Australia's intense heat and prefer to skulk inside until the sun has gone down to a less oppressive angle.

Perfect for quietly working in the studio where there has been a great leap forward with the strips project (which really needs a better name but that will come - this project is evolving in a very determined and clandestine way).
I started this about 6 weeks ago using the dropcloth from the Cas Holmes workshop I did in August. Wanting some simple stitching to use as a warm-up project, I tore 2 inch strips of the linen cloth and just started doing lines of running stitch with the occasional group of sorbello stitch, french knots, bullions and anything else I fancied.
The more I did on the strips, the most interesting it became and it has turned into its own project.  Buttons, shells and feathers and other collected detritus are being added. Stitching the transparent sequins has been rather a challenge but they look amazing in situ - rather like fish scales.
But the big discovery has been coral stitch - I have not tried this before and it is an extremely useful stitch especially effective in metallic thread
Although there's a fair amount of stitching and tizzying to go, I have been puzzling over the next stage - but I think I solved that yesterday. Details to come but this is a rather opaque clue.

Thursday, October 01, 2015

Poetry Thursday: Rumi

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundred of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

from The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

weekend in the country

We had a lovely, long weekend in the country.
 There were gentle walks

 to see the sunset and the perigee full moon rise
 There was companionable sitting on the verandah, reading, writing and drawing
 This was the view from my chair

 And I wore my new favourite t shirt.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Poetry Thursday : Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Rabindranath Tagore

This poem was read by my lovely sister-in-law at our English wedding in December 2012. So perfect and right.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Tuesday evening in the studio

After coming home from work yesterday with a vast and crushing data analysis induced headache, I was very pleased to feel comparatively sprightly this evening and I went into what is now grandly called the wet studio and played with paint.