Last summer at the Stone Tool show in Letchworth State Park, we found this bin of cypress knobs, one of them had been painted and I thought they were quite beautiful, but most beautiful of all was the form and natural beauty of the wood. It looks to me like a bird, or a dolphin.
It is cold outside as I sit on the steps of the deck, catching an occasional whiff of the boiling bones of beaver and fox and raccoon that the Pirate is preparing for his own art. I beg for one, which I want to make into a doll. I can see it, in my mind’s eye. I am searching for the long grains and areas that seem to whirl like fingerprints in the wood. I marvel at how beautiful it is on this small close scale. I mark out the flaws and edges of flaws and the areas where there are cracks, finding that even the broken places are graceful, are stunning to look on. I find myself wishing that the tips of the pens were pointier, more durable. I find myself reminded of the Haida people’s wood carvings and painted animals it makes me curious if they too look to the inner beauty the structural beauty of the wood itself. The grain of the wood lends itself beautifully to the freestyle doodling that I love to do so much.
I was rushing around this morning trying to get things together to take to the plowshares crafts fair when I saw this amazing texture out the back window. I sm thinking about playing with it in Photoshop to see what I can do with it to make a new work of computer generated art. Here is one I did recently:
So I have been dutifully working to knit off many projects from needles. I had run out of needles onto which to add new projects so I vowed to no longer start any projects until I had finished EVERYTHING I had started. Ha. Ha. Ha. Since then I had to rip off a purse from one set of needles to knit a sweater for Olive (see previous post) I started a skirt after ripping out a cotton silk blend in a lovely purple that was the most awful sweater ever, looked HORRENDOUS on me. I also started a pair of green, teal, blue and yellow wool socks. But today I finished a wool vest for Morgan and now have exactly four more rows to knit on a linen sweater I started three (or was it four?) years ago. But then I had to go to a yarn store with my Mom and had to buy yarn to knit an afghan for a coworker who is getting married, and yarn to make a 2 baby sweaters to sell at the Plowshares Festival next year. Oh and did I mention the afghan book and the baby sweater books I had to purchase because I cannot make up my own patterns without a baby to measure and I am afghan clueless. Sweaters for the daughter or me, a hat, socks, mittens, fingerless gloves yes. Baby sweaters and afghans not so much. But after this no holds barred. I came home and immediately started knitting. I have a baby sweater to finish and a bag I will never finish and that purse to stick back on the needles and finish. Then afghan and baby sweaters here I come. Oh I cannot wait. Did I mention that my hemp satchel is full of yarn oh over flowing, and my little settee, and the cupboard and the shelves and the little mini cart. Oh forget it. I LOVE YARN!!!!!
I found some really beautiful patterns in the artwork at the Mission Church – San Xavier del Bac, that I went to in Arizona. Some seemed almost like something one could embroider onto a piece of cloth.