i had a spare afternoon today, so i've been working on the hitRECord quilt! this picture doesn't quite show the heart in all its glory - it's a deep burgundy velvet, but the photo makes it look black... i'm also going to cut out the letters of HEART, with each letter in a different pattered red fabric & add them on top of the heart.
Your frail fingers fumbled through bins
of thread wound round small wooden wheels,
the silk soft between the wrinkled tips of your index and thumb,
the color of the canned plums in t...
When buttons fall off my clothes, I usually don't sew them back on. Perhaps it means they were never meant to be there in the first place.
this little guy slammed into our livingroom window...so i sat with him to ward off our cats until he recovered - and that's why he let me take his picture from inches away. :-)
Last weekend I found the box my grandma has been keeping her buttons in. How much as a child I loved looking through these for ages searching for the extra pretty ones.
This colourful little house sits in the gardens of the most amazing Mexican restaurant. You have to drive two hours out of the city to find it. The gardens are quiet and filled with cactuses and hanging paper flags.
Not entirely finished but getting there. I'll upload a photo of the finished piece soonish.
Aw man it came out sideways :/ Ah well it's pretty cool to think that everyone who looks at this will be doing the exact same head-tilt movement at one time or another.
Mixed with http://www.hitrecord.org/records/350985 and the boat i can't find back...if you recognize it, please tell me how to add resources. :|
i made this drawing to go along with this poem i wrote a while back..:)
bug bites on toes, wrinkle your nose
keep ears to the ground, where our fire grows
our words in order, a story they tell
a pen with a paper, that we’d never sell
ship shape dear captain, smile blackened teeth
macaw cries that carry, to your wooden reef
oh canons that bury, a secret once held
of fantasy marvel, in mind where it dwells
as clear as the night, a song hummed so deep
a mans voice that echos, to the unconscious beat
“carry on my lady, a treasures my way! no heart and a dagger is all i obey!
harharhar o mighty, a sea to discourage us all, a fight to the finish, a love to end all”
so we all did vanish, with the stories we reep,
a cannon left over, to keep us in reach
carry on my lady, a treasures my way! no heart and my dagger is all i obey!
Another pen doodle, on office-paper this time. Again, I will have to come up with a caption and a better picture later (I took this photo some time ago, edited it a bit on photoshop, put it on a blog, lost the original file, and now the resolution is teeeeeeeerible)