Thursday, April 27, 2006

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Restlessness

This has been written in response to another blog: http://origidij.blogspot.com/2006/04/rug-is-done.html

In search of my tales of Persphone and Pomegranates, Walking in this World by Julia Cameron (The Artists Way) fell off the shelf and opened upon restelessness. How connected things are – lead me on pomegranate to dabble in the stillness of the subconscious so the expansiveness will pop to the surface.

In the language of flowers the Pomegranate fruit represents foolishness while the flower is the symbol of elegance and maturity. In the Tarot the fruit symbolises fertility, passivity, and receptivity. The veil, between the consciousness and the inner self, the world and the underworld, shown behind the High Priestess is laden with Pomegranate fruit. We must pass through the veil for the inner mind to be opened and awakened to the invisible realms. Pay attention, a facet of yourself as yet unknown is trying to make itself known to you. Inspiration will be a direct experience.


It is Autumn, Persephone is about to return to Pluto the God of the underworld. She returns to the underworld to create with Pluto the underground powers that prepare the earth for the fertility of spring. The Pomegranate is the symbol of the union between the seed and the earth; the union between Pluto and Persephone. The inspiration of the next spring of creativity is the facet about to be revealed to you if you dip behind the veil and enter the realm of receptivity.


(Ref: Greek Mythology and Religion by Maria Mavromataki, Pub: Haitalis, Athens;Walking in This World, Julia Cameron, Pub: Rider Books)

Monday, April 24, 2006

Hand Quilting & Beading


I've had another four day weekend, but have felt totally wiped out, lacking energy and motivation. I got inspired by a beading class on Saturday afternoon and now have even more ideas floating through my brain - looking for ways to manifest and be made real in the world. The piece is a bracelet made from pink mussell shell and a variety of beads in the colours pink, green and amethyst. I love the result - after about five hours of easy hand sewing to complete. It's not a quiet piece as it makes its own music when my arm moves.

I stayed with hand quilting which is a quiet meditative thing to do. There are always any number of hand quilting projects on the go in my life - two at the top at the moment are a NZ souviner fabric's piece with ferns and a 'cheat style' Baltimore. It seems to be a new idea manufacturers have for getting us to buy even more fabric, make a pattern up and give it away free on the internet and sell the fabric in the stores. Of course me being me, I didn't stick to the pattern, but invented my own in a very similar style. Ha ha! trick for the unwary- the block print (the flower baskets and garlands) was a half inch bigger than the border print - and I didn't know that when I was designing this quilt in the store in my mind - hence when I came to put it together I had to add a half inch border strip around the centre. On getting this home I gave myself a total fright as I realised that the young women at the turn of the century made Baltimore style quilts for their wedding boxes - virtually as an advertisement that they are available for marriage. How will this work in this day and age - easy in a small community where everyone can see and know what you are up to ... so it seems I'm making my wedding quilt with no beau present in my life. Well I will continue and see what the Universe presents and how ?????

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Chinese Whispers


Chinese Whispers

Hidden, veiled, complex, secret.
confusing, muddled, mixed.


One thing leads to another I've found. My friend Carol intrigued by the thought: "what colour is a whisper?" posed 'Chinese whispers'.

I had half an hour above the clouds this week and pondered this proposition. One thought was that a piece would have to include chinese characters. Landed on the ground and following a meeting I walked into a fabric store for fabric to make a fern scarf for a quilting event in NZ in July - possibly organza or something ... and there it was confronting me; a bright red and gold satin with woven chinese characters - not at all what I had gone in to the store for! I did come out with a scarf fabric which is now a WIP and will appear as soon as completed. I also came out with a remnant of organza which has ended up in Chinese whispers, along with cotton, thread, silk and shiva paintsticks.

I've spent my four days of Easter holidays focussed on my fern scarf, hand quilting a baltimore that I want finished for Christmas, and reading.

Reading seems to be not getting as much devotion as it should so I decided to read "The Swallows of Kabul" by Yasmina Khadra - a non de plume of the algerian Army officer, Mohammed Moulessehoul. He took a feminine pseudonym to avoid subitting his manuscripts for approval by the army. In my opinion he should give up the army, but I know the life of an artist can be a hard one to follow. It's a long time since I've read anything so rich in imagery.

"Her silence is fraught, like a cloud full of storms. He is like a munitions expert, defusing a bomb, fully aware that his future is hanging by a thread."

"... languid elephants ..."

It is a sad, beautifully written story, about four individuals, two couples, who have lost their souls in the emotional havoc of war torn Afghanistan under Taliban control.

To loose your soul and not know the road back ... now that's a thought that most will never have to contemplate.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Whisper




The abstract nature of a 'whisper' whirls about me and distracts me; impatiently calls me to investigate it's qualities, so that I might simplify them into form.



What colour is a whisper?
Does the colour depend on the content?
How is it perceived in silence?
How is it received amongst noise?
What is being said?
What does it look like head on?

The piece uses florists paper wrap, organza and silk.

In the end the result came from several dreams of colour and form.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Abstractism



In the textile world there are always so many new areas of discovery. Arena's constantly present themselves for investigation and there is far too little time. Oh how I wish I could devote myself to this art full time and walk a daily journey producing work. I must craft a journey, a path to that place for myself.

Abstractism, a word suggested by a fellow quilter is my current inspiration. In the realm of thinking you realise that you know little about what this means and how to translate it into your particular art form. But I am encouraged and delighted to discover that abstractism is the ability to leave the consciousness elsewhere and stir within myself the artist, and the viewer, the inner feelings as a response to the work.

I am today inspired to create a 'whisper' in abstract textile form and the nature of a whisper whirls about me and distracts me; impatiently calls me to investigate its qualities, so that I might simplify them into form. It will be the weekend before I can place hand to fabric so this idea can take its form ... days before a visual can be born into the world. We are gestating at the moment, this idea and me.

In this abstractism journey I discovered a quote from Jackson Pollock an abstract expressionism artist. When asked:

"How do you know when you're finished?"

Jackson Pollock responded:

"How do you know when you're finished making love?"

Ah, so I am just beginning ... impatience be gone ... you'll know when you're finished.