Showing posts with label woodlands trees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woodlands trees. Show all posts

October 28, 2009

Bartering for femmes and inspiration

In answer to many emails regarding the latest femme series I would certainly love to barter for them. I am always looking for gorgeous fibre for spinning or luscious yarn to knit with. I also love other peoples art. I f you wanted to trade for a femme do please contact me. We are all connected within this web of creativity and it is good to see and own other folk's art.
Inspiration, where do you find it?
I love to be among trees or by the sea. I enjoy colour and most especially vibrant colours.
I find that after creating femmes I need to top up my inspiration chests. It is almost as if I use up all the colour and ideas within and need more.
A while in my favourite habitats fills me with wonder and joy. It stops me feeling too drained emotionally when finishing a piece.

October 16, 2009

Of fungi and trees

This time of year I adore being among trees.
Or by water, and if you mix the two of these I'm in heaven:) All these pictures were taken just a short journey from home.
I love textures and the way lichens form on stone and wood.
This bridge is very similar to ones on the Lancaster canal and brings back happy memories of days spent cruising under them while the sun shone overhead. The chill was a delight when you knew you had hotpot or soup bubbling away on the little stove that also heated the boat.
This reminds me of Japanese pictures of temples by lakes.
The inhabitants of this tree root only come out when the people have gone.
This could be an entry to the otherworld don't you think?
This tree has been well trimmed over the years by the look of it.
Strange temples among the trees.

I like to look for paths as always, to other places or other times.
I can visualise so many things when I gaze into woods
This seat was extremely chilly as it is solid stone.
And as the title of the post suggests, there were fungi in abundance on our journey
Around tree roots, under benches, it seemed as though there weren't any places that hadn't been blessed with fungi.

This creature watched us taking pictures and took it all in.
Some fungi preferred a lonely existence.
While some took pleasure in the company of like minded souls.
Tiny clusters all around
This park is built on rock as you can see.
Colours still if you look carefully.

Despite the falling leaves.

Poetry for Brigid Imbolc

  The Lake Isle of Innisfree BY  WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay a...