Thangka: Summer Grace

This piece is a thangka--a Buddhist image on which to meditate
and center oneself.  It is called "Thangka: Summer Grace."  It is 34 " long and 13 1/2" wide; it appeared "In The Spotlight,"

Quilting Arts Magazine, Fall 2005.  Hand pieced, embroidered,

 beaded, and quilted.

Thanks to Nellie Durand (nelliedurand.blogspot.com) for her compliments on this piece!

Deep Thoughts

We needed...to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life---daily and hourly. Our answer must consist , not in talk or meditation, but in right action and right conduct.

Victor Frankl

More Small Wall Hangings

I've been working at my job a lot lately, read a couple of books in the minutes I grabbed here and there. I started back to work on my "Leaves" piece-- and realized I need to get some more work done for an annual craft & art sale here at SIU (in a couple of weeks)! I'm getting slower and more forgetful--can't wait until the time I forget how slow I am!

Rainy Night City Lights

It's raining tonight. I can hear it hitting the roof and the top of the metal vent. When I was a child, I slept in a little daybed right by a low window over the cistern. The rain would hit and pour onto the roof, falling over and down gutters, and rush echoing and dancing into the cistern. The rain joined the water there, seeming to sing me into dreams. It's still one of my favorite sounds.

This is handpieced, embroidered, and beaded.

Downsize!

Here are some small pieces I make when I 'm too busy to get to a bigger piece, or when I've burned down to a fizzle. These are about four to five inches wide and about ten inches long. I handwove them with a variety of yarns, went up/down/all around with embroidery thread, and then added beads. They are purely fun and add a bright spot anywhere you put them---I like to make and give them for gifts.

Deep Thoughts

Hold fast to stars,

Hold fast to the elusive, the intangible,

The never to be had.

For stars fall from heaven sometimes,

And kings are born in barns,

And miracles rise out of the little things.

Anonymous

Did You Hear There's A Wedding?