It has been difficult to get into the spirit of Christmas this year since the temp has been hovering around 70 degrees and every thing seems to be crowding into too few days. As I was taking a walk the other day while mentally clicking off all the things I needed to do before the holiday I saw this lovely tree with it's natural christmas ornaments on it. This is the tree I want in my living room. very graphic, very simple...less is more.
I went to a sewing sale over the weekend and lucked in to some great fabric finds. Silk, linen, cotton -- it was all there. I purchased great heaps of inspiration for the grand total of $18. Now to find the time to work with it (and still stay focused on the challenge quilt I am working on for a SAQA show). I might have to take a little detour to play with these soon.
Sharing the holiday last week with family and friends I was constantly aware of the bounty in my life. From beautiful grandchildren to gingko leaves, our life is rich. I am particularly thankful that my mom was released from a brief hospital stay just before the Thanksgiving spread began to cook. We have so much to be thankful for.
Paula Kovarik, 2012.
OK, I admit I have found numerous excuses not to get back into the swing of working at days end. Too tired, too frazzled, too cold to return to the studio. Preparing for the Exploration show, going out of town, watching election results, crocheting Christmas presents, paying bills. Doing research, etc. etc. etc.
Is it that I am blocked? (maybe) Overwhelmed by the options? (yes, definitely) Intimidated by my expectations? (definitely) Am I being affected by the time change? weather change? mood change? (Yes. Yes. Yes.)
So today I browsed through some older progress shots to restart the engines. This simple black and white composition intrigues me. I may have to take a side street to experiment further with this meadering.
Sitting here watching the election returns with the pundits trying to divine the exit poll results, I can't help but think that they are all chasing their tails. It reminds me of this pattern I saw in some street tiles in Costa Rica. Not easily discerned, the markings meander, disconnect and lock up with no apparent pattern yielding a confusing randomness. Buried within this hieroglyphic meandering is a common quilt patch called drunkards path. An apt description for these election pundits. Oh please, please, please make it come to an end soon. Let's get on to the business of fixing this government, economy and future.
