Breathe

The woods are breathing in the warmth.

I'm breathing in the Joy that sunshine brings.

Finally!

Up at the pond my beautiful magnolia

is bursting into bloom.

And Rusty Pups can now lick morning dew

from fresh young grasses growing along the pond's edge.

I'm stitching fresh air into my blue background.

Some paler blues....

....and some darker blues.

There is a lot of untamed texture on this piece.

This piece started as a challenge to use blue....

....my least favourite colour.

The more I stitch the more I like it!

I thought to call it

"Holding Deep Memory"

referring way, way back to my schooldays

where my dislike of blue started

but it also refers to rocky inlets on Georgian Bay

a place oh, so close to my heart.

I hope you have a place that fills your heart with memory.

Warming Breath

 

Always thrilled when the red tulips bloom along the stream

Always thrilled when the first warm days arrive.

The only red I have in the garden

Must get more.

And of course

because I showed an interest

the Rusty Pups had to investigate.

Meanwhile back to Blue

I hope you have a sky blue day.

Islands In The Stream

Funny how the ice gathers....

....around rocks in the stream....

....joining some together.

Eventually the ice will meet and completely cover the stream.

After that walk I went searching through

my scraps for islands I might have created.

This was the very first piece of batik I ever attempted

many years ago at the Royal Ontario Museum.

Years after that my very first Indigo dye vat produced these.

More recently these little discharge islands were formed.

Indigo Star

A star manages to fit itself anywhere it can.
Even along the frayed break of a Boro repair.
His indigo heart is perhaps a sign that he has a soul
or the reflection of the skies around him.

He is not quite an adult star yet
and is is trying to say he's a one of a kind
with an unwoven point...

and some stitches across gaps in his development. 

He fancies himself as a blue, blue star
and so is trying to spread indigo into his points.
Being so young, he doesn't realize there
are bound to be more like him somewhere in the universe.

Well Travelled Cloth

This treasure trove of Indigo travelled from Glennis.
What a treat.
Every type of cloth and even a skein of thread.
Blue was the colour of my school uniform.
School was not a happy place for me.
Ever since (and it's been many a year)
I have avoided all things blue.
Finally...
blue is fast becoming a favourite.

Liking this the most.

Travelling soon to Kaite down under
for her Emerald flood relief quilts.