This is another of my pieces in hand stitch, mirror shards, paint and print. I call it, 'Towards the Light'.
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
Wednesday morning
There it came again, in the night, the pain that wakes me. It tears into my flesh, hundreds of hot, stinging needles, tiny razor sharp knives trying to rip my leg apart. I pray. It helps.
This is another of my pieces in hand stitch, mirror shards, paint and print. I call it, 'Towards the Light'.
This is another of my pieces in hand stitch, mirror shards, paint and print. I call it, 'Towards the Light'.
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
Just the second blog - still in my infancy as a blogger!
A pale morning today, the light on the mountains misty, gentle shadows and voices echoing on the road outside; in this atmosphere, the mind can slide into the space between.
Two of my recent artworks are set on the liminal place of the shoreline. A boat is poised, metaphor for the soul, ready to travel on, to keep journeying, even if so often only in the mind, when the problems of the physical body keep it tethered and bound to place.
This is one of the images showing most of the piece, worked in paint, print and stitch.
Julia Caprara, a wonderful stitcher and teacher who died a couple of years ago, said that stitch allowed the mind to dream. I agree with her on this and would add that the rhythms of hand stitch in particular can also bring a sense of peace within the bombardments of the modern world. I 'play' stitch with colour like arpeggios on the piano.
A creature who finds no problems in finding peace is our cat, Jasmine, now 15 years old. She loves the summer sunshine, lies in the garden, disappears into the field . . . The only frustration she gives us in these light mornings is that she will wake VERY early and miaow angrily and vociferously on the other side of the doors that define the living room in our open plan house. Sometimes, she throws her furry body impatiently against the small door panels, rattling them in an impotent fury. We pretend not to hear until, finally, we give in and go and feed her and out she goes, tail high, sniffing the air - she never did learn how to use a cat flap, has always preferred the human kind!
A pale morning today, the light on the mountains misty, gentle shadows and voices echoing on the road outside; in this atmosphere, the mind can slide into the space between.
Two of my recent artworks are set on the liminal place of the shoreline. A boat is poised, metaphor for the soul, ready to travel on, to keep journeying, even if so often only in the mind, when the problems of the physical body keep it tethered and bound to place.
This is one of the images showing most of the piece, worked in paint, print and stitch.
Julia Caprara, a wonderful stitcher and teacher who died a couple of years ago, said that stitch allowed the mind to dream. I agree with her on this and would add that the rhythms of hand stitch in particular can also bring a sense of peace within the bombardments of the modern world. I 'play' stitch with colour like arpeggios on the piano.
A creature who finds no problems in finding peace is our cat, Jasmine, now 15 years old. She loves the summer sunshine, lies in the garden, disappears into the field . . . The only frustration she gives us in these light mornings is that she will wake VERY early and miaow angrily and vociferously on the other side of the doors that define the living room in our open plan house. Sometimes, she throws her furry body impatiently against the small door panels, rattling them in an impotent fury. We pretend not to hear until, finally, we give in and go and feed her and out she goes, tail high, sniffing the air - she never did learn how to use a cat flap, has always preferred the human kind!
A 'thinking' moment on the patio.
Why worry? Just stretch out under the larch tree and have a snooze!
Thursday, 22 August 2013
Welcome! Croeso!
Hello all!
My name is Eileen and I am an artist who loves colour, stitch, sound, word and spirit with daily inspiration from the beautiful mountains where I live! See my website here
I'd like to use this blog to show images, words, things that inspire me and that I'd like to share.
This is the book cover that I did for my sister-in-law and theologian Dr. Anne Inman - a detail from my painted and stitched piece, 'Rain on the Water'.
My name is Eileen and I am an artist who loves colour, stitch, sound, word and spirit with daily inspiration from the beautiful mountains where I live! See my website here
I'd like to use this blog to show images, words, things that inspire me and that I'd like to share.
This is the book cover that I did for my sister-in-law and theologian Dr. Anne Inman - a detail from my painted and stitched piece, 'Rain on the Water'.
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