A Unique Folk Art with a whisper to the past~

They truly ARE the voices in my head.







Sunday, February 28, 2016

Undercurrents


I'm not quite sure where February has gone.
it seemed like it had just started and poof~
tomorrow is our last day.
a Leap year at that.

I had such plans...


oh, I did get some clay time~
(it's never enough)
did some inkworks
and of course there were mousels...


But then,
right as Early Works was coming,
I fell ill.
My head was bigger than a house for what seemed days.
Many of us don't get through the Winter without a touch of some sickness.
This was a kick on the pants for sure.
I'm finally on the mend from the second virus 
and suddenly,
 March is nearly here!


While I may have lost some time creating,
 I am excited to move forward.
On the days that I may not have felt well, there were still plans to set in motion
 and research to do.
I'm getting to the end of that process as well....
but more on that when the time is right.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

All Goode Things Come In Layers

A wee sparrow emerges.
She has a merry look about her.

Well...around here they do.
 We are trying to figure out how our "normal" will be with Tim's retirement,
along with some changes still to come.

I am trying to figure out how I want 
The Goode Wife 
to go forward,
I am excited to be back working full time.
Well, I'm not sure if you call doing what you love work,
 unless you factor in the ugly business of paperwork.

So with my head spinning in ideas and wants~
there are requests to do
 licensing,
shows 
and 
finished
 to name a few,
I must sit down and think~ 
what do I want?
What do I feel I can offer?
What paths and growths do I want my work to take?

Mrs. Munson is coming along.
She still has a ways to go.

And so there are layers of thoughts and questions I must ask myself.
Each brings a better definition and clarity.

Just as the ink layers upon my paper
and 
clay layers and builds up from it's armature.

I find myself going back, 
to my beginning of this journey.

The love of a 1812 house held,
 as sunlight filtered through the bubbled old glass
 and 
I drew the afternoon away.

Trips taken to old cemeteries...
often with lunch along in a paper sack.

The magic of a wee small pin-keep shoe 
that captured my soul when I held it.
The smell of dried grass, Sweet Annie, coffee and wood smoke had and is now ever ingrained in my memory.
My dear friend and a love,
 along with a vision of
 Halloween
 our 
way
  ~*~

Monday, February 1, 2016

February's Most Unusual Gift



It's a very warm February that greets us today.
Quite balmy and Springlike, in fact. 
Nearly 50 degrees....
I may open the windows!
It does fill my head and make it difficult to concentrate on my work on hand.


As much as it calls me to create, I know that we have had no Winter to speak of.
So I feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland's White  Rabbit~
In a bit of a hurry.



Get those Spring ideas going!!
Use the energy of the warm February Days while they last~


Grab those trims, 
hit the clay~
CREATE!