Whale Horizion

This is the latest work. It is one of the pieces that I sun painted/dyed/painted. While painting the fabric I had the free-motion designs in mind and left areas open to thread play. The colors are kind of soft and muted, and even the bright (on the spool) Madeira thread seems to sink in and add the bold but gentle color that I was looking for.

What kind of quilting designs are in a Whale's Horizon? Mountian peaks, sea, trees, foliage, the sun? Stay tuned for the water, which I hope to finish tonight. Why do I seem to blank on quilting motifs when I sit down to the machine?

Thrifting First Class

Today was extremely hot, and the soreness from a July 4th hike was intense. Goat Mountain was scaled on a clear hot day, and imagine the irony of slipping and falling on your butt in snow on the 4th. Today I stocked up on some embroidery floss and basics (new cutter and machine needles) and then hit the thrift store. Sometimes I go and I wonder why, and others I go and find all kinds of cheery stuff. You will notice the champagne classes and the old flask. I have flutes but not these shaped ones. I always wanted to do the champagne glass tower some time when I entertain, so I will be keeping an eye out for more. A old perfume bottle and a covered glass dish. The Popsicle mold is my favorite, and I just happen to already have tops that fit just right. Thrift stores really can set you pondering on the meaning of life, certainly it is a little eerie when you find that missing component or an item you had been looking at, but didn't want to pay a lot for, and along it comes for a little over a buck. It is like God kicks in and just decided to tease you, and it gives you a smile.

The rose "Pat Austin" delights the sewing room, and these are pictures of my sun painting experience on my one day off, which I must say when better than planed except for the neck sun burn. I am going to do a lot of thread painting too as I quilt the surface of this painting.

I think of what it would be like to have the time to complete all my fiber fantasy visions, and I wonder how a lifetime will suffice, and yet, it is all passing as the petal and the breath, and I will now go dream, wandering into the colorless waterfall of dormancy.