I did get an afternoon working on the embellisher. I still think it has lots of possibilities. Broke another needle though, so I need to learn to keep my foot down whilst moving my hands VERY slowly.
I have since experimented with one felted piece, a sort of semi-felting around a mold. It's very soft and unstable, and needs more work, either felting or adding another medium to the equation. I like the idea of it being like translucent porcelain, either very smooth on the inside and felt-like outside, or the reverse.
I recently found a blog,
http://yearsrisingmaryoliver.blogspot.co.uk/ by Lorakim Joyner. A poem from Mary Oliver every day. I like many of Mary Oliver's poems. The following poem struck a chord, as did Lorakim's words
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall-
What should I do?
And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
-Mary Oliver
"I
think God knows no particulars of this and that work. That is a box we
humans create, and into which we attempt to stuff as much activity as
possible. What's the use of damning the river, caging the bird, or
boxing ourselves into this or that?
We are here to be beautiful useless." - Lorakim Joyner
I would like to be able to make things which are 'beautiful useless'. Made only to fill someone with joy for a short span of time.
I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to be filled with confidence, like a strong, rushing river, to know where you are going, not adrift, floating like an empty seashell, at the will of the tide.
Of course, neither the river, nor the seashell, nor the tide care about such things.
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