Tangled Stitch

This is still the Long and Winding Road, it is the only thing I can basically work on at the moment. Lots and lots of green and backstitching.  I am looking forward to a couple more lazy daisies, French knots and birds on the road less traveled.  I'll keep sharing photos of this piece and anything else that inspires me. This is the end of the hand embroidery portion of my blog post. Sometimes all you can do is start over.  Hope that the people who used to read your blog and buy your work will some day come back.  Hope that the friends you've lost will come back and be thankful for those who haven't left you in spite of yourself.  I'm really grateful for my family especially my son. I have been dealing with issues of the soul for about a year maybe longer.  I have been stuck in one awfully long dark night of the soul.  I'm not quite sure how to move forward.  I don't have any explanations except that I think I may have some psychic...

This is dedicated to Uncle Jerry who is not really my uncle but who always made a sad little girl laugh.   Speak to me of death is a line from the book The Prophet by Khalil Gibran.   That line is the beginning of my spiritual journey.   That page in that book was the first time I looked at death as anything more than an utter and complete tragedy.   I felt my loved ones were in peace. I want to talk about death because nobody ever wants to talk about death.   We don’t like to think of our own and we don’t like to talk about others and we don’t want to think it could happen to us. But it does happen to us every single day, someone dies and it affects everyone in their lives forever.   We can dismiss it and cry about it in the middle of the night but god forbid we talk about it.   We don’t want to admit we are vulnerable enough to be completely devastated by the loss of someone we love and the pain and the sorrow that accompanies it sometim...

This is my latest piece, another tree that has a beautiful little antique frame waiting for it.   It’s going to be a fall tree with fall approaching.   This year has just flown by at such a pace it’s amazing that yet another season has passed and a new one is approaching much too quickly.   I am an artist, it is who I am today and who I was at the beginning of the year but it is nice to finally be free enough both physically and mentally to just throw myself into my work and the upcoming holiday season.   Yes the upcoming holiday season when the leaves will fall off the trees and snow will fall (perhaps, last year it didn’t).    I think sometimes when we are artists we expect that life will be perfect and we will figure out the meaning of life and how to pay for it.   Sometimes the gray or even black zones take over and we find ourselves swimming upstream against a strong current without even the oar of an embroidery needle handy.   That’...