Monday, January 25, 2010

When music sounds, all that I was I am

Still playing with pencils and paint - I love the immediacy of it. I haven't forsaken stitching but it is a m ore time consuming process. The small cross stitch I started as a Christmas project is nearly done - provided I stick to the kit instructions but I know I want to add a quite a bit of surface embroidery so it will be another couple of weeks before it is done.

I have posted a pic in the side bar of a drawing/painting in progress. It was always going to be a girl singing (the original drawing is posted below) - in googling poetry I came across a poem - Music by Walter de la Mare - which has sortCheck Spelling of influenced where it is going:

When music sounds, gone is the earth I know,
And all her lovely things even lovelier grow;
Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees
Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies.

When music sounds, out of the water rise
Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes,
Rapt in strange dreams burns each enchanted face,
With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place.

When music sounds, all that I was I am
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came;
And from Time's wood's break into distant song
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.

I guess you can tell I was particularly struck by the line When music sounds, all that I was I am . I could elaborate at this point ... but I won't - it will mean something to you or not.


Sunday, January 17, 2010

welcomed on the new year drawing "girlie" faces

First I practised drawing features:

Then I had a go putting it all together and ended up with this little goth girl . I thought I might make a collage with frog prince

When I put pain on she turned into something different - I might still add the frog

Another face is about to break out in song. I have torn her out of the book and pasted her to a canvas board. She will have to wait for a while before I add paint etc. Will look though my neglected sheet music and add some:

I also have spent time looking at maps and thinking where I can take them with canvas embroidery. This is my favourite map from 1581:

Cheers all

Not quite a self portrait

Not quite a self portrait
small 8' quiltlet with embroidered hair

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