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Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Thought Log

I remembered a certain journal I made a few years ago, and decided to resurrect it with a few changes.

These larger journals are always a challenge for me, but I love them once they are complete, and seem like they have a really important job to do. I do wish I could follow my babies to their destination, and see what becomes of them. They are certainly doing alot of traveling - more than I might ever know!








Sunday, July 12, 2015

Double Rust - My 500th post.

It's my 500th post!

I finally created one of these double coptic stitched journals.
 I'm loving the way this turned out, 
and plan to make more. 

This canvas takes some time to morph into a tie-dyed mystery, 
but I feel it's worth it. 
The things that take the longest, 
always feel more satisfying upon completion - 
don't you agree?







Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Aqua Book

I've been playing around a bit for a while with this book,
 and let it go where it wanted...

So, perhaps in a way these photos speak for themselves. 
I won't indulge you with recipes,
 or ingredients, 
just a visual tale of a few days spent with Aqua.



Aqua-dipped pages, wet, laid out to dry
 
The effect of drying...

Swirling colours...

Before the press, all folded into a book block.

The old linen, after tea-staining, but before hand I hand dyed it.

The front cover, before hand being hand dyed.

The back cover, before hand being hand dyed.














Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Heart Mirror

This new little one, 
I have just released into the shop this morning.
And while I was writing this, 
it sold!

Outside - 
the sky is wild, 
thunder & lightening earlier; 
now wind & rain. 

I lit the fire, 
made an espresso
 & feel cosy - 
but short lived, 
as one must start the day....







Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Rustic Reverie

A new journal in store, Rustic Reverie.






Monday, June 22, 2015

Thought Circle

More stripes, and a sneak peak at a new book.......







Soon.....




Saturday, June 20, 2015

Stripes & Starry Nights

It happened while I was having one of those 'cleaning attacks' - when suddenly you realise you're knee deep in bits of leather, fabric, thread and some forest pieces that came inside from underfoot.

There it was, peaking out of one of my storage tubs - that delightful textured ticking fabric I have had stored for a couple of years. It just said, 'ME.'

And before I knew it, after the cleaning was complete, I was again immersed in bits of leather, fabric & thread, minus the forest pieces that stayed outside.

Here is one of the results.









And the next one, this is a piece I have been working on for a few days, 
and will be releasing into the store very soon.

I'm feeling stripey.


Amidst all of this, I saw some mist,


and a beautiful starry night outside my cabin.


Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Dreaming of Teal in June

June already; it sure sneaks up on you.

Strewn remnants of wet bush find their way again, into my cabin from underfoot. Trickling remnants of black sand shores and bush - I find them in sporadic places. I sweep, and they return. 

There is nothing I can do but smile, and love this nature life.

Last week the tree tops were covered in frost, and mist blanketed the forest. This week the sky was clear, and the temperatures momentarily seem to have risen once again. Another layer to take off. Perhaps next week, I'll add the layer again.

I dug into some vessels in the studio and found more of my vintage canvas money bags. I cut some more up and tied them into knots, before soaking them in a bath of secrets ingredients. This was last week.

They stayed tied in knots, wet, until suddenly they seemed dry enough to wrestle with and untie again, which was a little more difficult than I had imagined. Envisage a miniature tent, in a knot...

But I am pleased with the results, and may try different methods at this process. I love to start with something blank, cream or white, and see what can be made with it. Change it into an unrecognizable state. Work with it. See what it wants to become.

These things seem to give themselves over to me in trust. And I feel a degree of responsibility to make them beautiful. Sometimes to me, the oldest, rustiest most weathered thing with all the imperfections I can find, is the most beautiful. 

The wisest piece.

The one.









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