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Friday, August 22, 2014

Song to the Siren


It so happens I am on the last page of my journal, 
and somehow,
 it seems like new year's eve.

This journal is the longest I have taken to fill in the past 10 years. 

There was a three month gap, 
for some reason unknown to me, 
of no words. 
Then suddenly - 
an entry summarizing those lost three months,
 in fleeting descriptive wording & imagery.

Nothing more to add.

It took me 14 months to fill a book, with lined pages, 
which is unlike me.
And, as unlike me as it was, 
I chose to abide by the lines,

And I stayed within them.

My writing at times became meticulously minuscule,
almost incomprehensible; but intriguing even to me -
to read back on them.

Tiny scribblings in 0.05 Staedtler pigment liners.

The amount of words that fit into one line,
amazed me.

What is all this stuff?

I wonder.

The stuff of my life.

This is what journals are for.

And I'll agree with Oscar Wilde, 
they do make for interesting reading.

Something will fill the last two pages, 
which 
are not really pages, 
but endpapers.

However,
 they are blank,
which makes it justified for my writing on them;

and it might go something
like this.



Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile

'Til your singing eyes & fingers

Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang
Sail to me,
Sail to me
Let me enfold you..

Here I am, Here I am
Waiting to hold you..

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning 
Broken lovelorn on your rocks -

For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart shies from the sorrow" 

I am puzzled as the oyster
I am troubled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
or should I lie with Death my bride?

Hear me sing, 
"Swim to me, Swim to me, Let me enfold you:
Here I am, Here I am, 
Waiting to hold you"

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Writer

I have just completed a new journal. 

There are more in progress. 

Despite calling it 'The Writer'
this one (the crafter) has not strung enough words together,
 to write an actual blog post. 
They are jumbled, in disarray, 
and must be arranged accordingly.

So imagery and captions for now. 

But do know, that there are words in progress.








Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Back in Miniature

I completed this wee book yesterday, I thought of the covers sleeping all night in the old green press and couldn't wait to fish them out and start stitching. There was some fantastic classical music on the radio and each stitch became like some sort of symphony.

On other things, I woke in the small hours of the morning yesterday, at 3:30 am to be precise, and proceeded to write 4 pages in my small notebook with an expiring Biro pen about a subject that I may bring to my blog soon. 

This used to happen to me alot in the past; I'd keep a book by my bed incase I'd wake from a dream and want to write it all down - as by morning, it would have been erased from my memory. 

I still have this little book. I shall endeavor to find it....


Spring Scriptures in Miniature, now available in my Etsy store.







Monday, August 4, 2014

August

...A new necklace in the shop...
some I love more than others,
this one, I have become 
particularly fond of.

It has grown a face.








Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Dreaming in Emerald

A little archaeological dig in cupboards of sorts produced a piece of leather that I thought had long ended.

The thrill elongated over days.

I got to recreate a past journal and use the last large piece (if this is large?) of this fervent colour to my Etsy store, which - is a little more colourful than it was a couple of years ago, might you agree?

I noticed this recently, it was not an intentional thing. I just let myself go where I will with my art, as with any artist it is an extension of self, a wander of the mind, an amalgamation of self -

Exploded with what materials are at hand.

Perhaps I am unveiling some rainbows. 

This morning walking in the sunshine infused grey sky, 
I saw a giant rainbow -
a super-rainbow - like a super-moon; 
spreading itself over the ocean vista before me.


Emerald Dreams - back in my Etsy store.







Friday, July 25, 2014

Broken Silence

New in the shop:


reclaimed black leather
vintage fabric patch
tea-stained archive text pages
(beautiful teamed with black ink)
Irish linen thread
love
light








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