April showers bring forth frothy plants and ....
an
abundance of greenery. Managed to cut my lawn this morning in between
the heavy pitter patter of raindrops. Kiln problems have ensured I stay
at home and tidy house with the odd bit of stitch in between. I had
finished some textile frocks for an Open Art exhibition which
unfortunately they were not selected for but that is the nature of art.
They are now home and in time I will be setting up an etsy shop so they
find a home to hang on. Thought today you may enjoy a peek at a bit of
stitch ....
a frothy garden |
Frocks, posies and
pockets full of rye
Childhood’s treasured memories are of nursery
rhymes, stories, lullabies and games. Ingrained in souls they remain dormant
whilst life goes on, quietly waiting moments of remembrance. Fragments surface
from time to time to jog recollections of time and place.
Children are brought up on nursery rhymes,
stories and lullabies. All these things become part of a person’s make up, staying
with them for the rest of their lives to be passed on to the next generation. Memories are collected and stored away
travelling through time, occasionally surfacing to be unpacked, savoured,
smiled at before returning to the trunk folded and placed carefully away.
The garments reference costumes and fabrics
from the past. Garments that may have been worn by boys and girls skipping in
the fields, dancing in the playground, singing rhymes and listening eagerly to
stories. They resemble parts of clothes coats, frocks, and pinafores, clothes
like rhymes long outgrown but cherished and saved awaiting rediscovery. Trapped
within the clothes memories lie hidden in layers of cotton, lace, colour and
pattern, even tucked in the very corner of a pocket they remain sleeping under
tissue. Drawers, cupboards and old suitcases become the resting place for these
clothes. Placed carefully within the container the folds entrap memories of
stories and part forgotten rhymes to special to be thrown away. Trapped in
their cupboards with posies, birds and pockets full of rye they transport us to
a place of reminiscence and daydreams, of sung lullabies, rhymes and stories
told.
karen shapley
Aw such a lovely post and so true, x
ReplyDeletethank you lemonade kitty
DeleteSo lovely!
ReplyDeletethank you DollZandthingZ
DeleteYou have such a healthy attitude about your art. I would dream of a gallery accepting my art...maybe some day, but you have experienced it . Be glad and it will happen again! Nice to see your Etsy announcement! :) Laura
ReplyDeleteThank you Hastypearl,
Deleteyes I have been fortunate and have got some very loyal followers and fans of my work that keeps me going. Even when you have those grey moments you cant stop yourself being a creative and just when you think nothing is happening a new ideas bubbles and I'm off on a new adventure.....