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Ooooo Grace those colors! Yum!
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She feels like a relative to the root people…. standing there on the mossy, rooty lacey bit.
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she remembered to come home.
how did you do her sweet face?LikeLike
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oh she is a sweetie.. i love that look. she fits right in.
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is face all on ‘purpose’? i have a bitty scrap that i see a face in, but when i stitched the face in, it got lost, and of course, no one else sees what i see. so i wondered if yours started out like that???
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interesting, huh
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i have never used a piece like the “rooty lacey bit” before. but i guess that is the point. or one of them…
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the face was fast and really isn’t the one i would want.
too sweet. too young. but comes from years of drawing
faces for the angels i used to make/sell. generic.
it’s just pen on muslin then sometimes i add some colored pencil. then a wash of turpentine to bleed the lines, marks. this one didn’t bleed much.
but the important thing was that i remembered that this cloth is like a sampler of things i love. this figure is one of them.LikeLike
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too cute
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yes. on purpose. i can make a million like that in a second. it’s really hard to get “more” than the feminine face. i’ll see tomorrow
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I like it
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The orange bit above her head is flitting by; your work always has these tiny, precise details, placed at the perfect orientation to each other to create movement. This little scene reminds me of being on the beach in the Fall when the butterflies are migrating. They fly along the north shore of the lake, working their way south to where they have the narrowest possible passage across the open water. It is just a perfect reflection of this for me!
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when i was little my grandfather had a cottage in Lemington. we used to make the annual journey to
Point Pelee to see the Monarchs. so i might be remembering the very same narrowest possible passageLikeLike
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omg Grace- we are remembering exactly the same narrowest passage possible. I can barely believe this. ‘My’ beach is just northeast along the beach from there; another hour in a car, but surely not so long for the butterflies who catch the breeze. Oh, this is just such a hilarious and wonderful surprise. You remember the ancestors of the butterflies I was watching yesterday! Oh this is just amazing.
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and even more, we would always take a kite.
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I love your attention to detail and how you are letting this cloth grow so gently tenderly
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try drawing it in crayon, or with a stick dipped in something, i bet you get something a whole lot more than feminine then!
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you’re right, but it’s so small. making crayon etc very
hard. but, you’re right.
really, what i’d like to be able to do is to make a
face, it could also be feminine, but a face that is more
aged. all these faces look young. its really
interesting, the subtle whatever that ages a woman’s face.LikeLike
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thank you, Karen….thank you a lot
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i want to be able to look at this cloth and see things that have only been in my mind so far.
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I wish I could draw faces.
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you are so good at getting the art making process into words Grace!
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you know i came back here, because i wanted to say that “she” was always there for me.
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maybe you helped her call me
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Mo Crow… i am lazy about that, i think.
yesterday i was coming back from town and there is this
nothing special kind of ravine to the West, nothing special
to the human eye, but….like many of the aspects of
terrain around desert land, it somehow has this ability
to hold Wind Patterns.
and often, crows will play there..riding and gliding on
the shifts and ribbons of that Wind
so beautiful. once they have caught it, they simply
float in this amazing dance with one another, their wings
still and outstreched
i yelled up to them
HEY! i know Mo Crow!! i’ll tell her i saw You ~.~LikeLike
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your crow story took me to your wild desert ravine over there in the SouthWest where I have only ever visited in my dreams & last night at an Old Man Crow gig had a deep conversation with a Wiradguri man about the place where he comes from, Wagga Wagga the place of many crows and he talked about them being the main men, the boss birds here in Australia & of how they fly so waking up to your story here I just made you a little bandaged heart!
you can see it here
http://itscrowtime.wordpress.com/the-bandaged-hearts/bandaged-hearts-page-4/
scroll down to the last one on the page (no95)
do you want it sent over via snail mail or have it stay here with the gang on the Stole for Old Man Crow?
my e-mail is mo(at)bluecatheaven.com.auLikeLike
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oops! a typo, the name of the people is Wiradjuri with a j not a g
mea culpaLikeLike
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