Mending

"The rain does not cool and is a sticky one
to the present and the place.
Is it a weakness, yours for narcotics?
The trees levitate and become mountains.
You stand in the water inside a melancholy boulder.
Now you're a flying sandwich."

(Lesle Lewis: The Menders and the Breakers)

Saturday

I´m having a guest at the moment.













She likes things handmade...

Una pumpa...

Here´s a rare sighting of guerilla knitting - at least
for the part of town where I live, there might be more
elsewhere...













A bit droll, perhaps...













After I´d taken the photos, a group of tourists came
by, stopping at the pump and, ignoring the knit,
shouting "una pumpa, una pumpa..." with delight,
starting to pump away, wasting water...













No, that´s not them. It´s a photo of some other
street pump enthusiasts I happened to find today
while rummaging through my mess. Strange coincidence -
didn´t even know I had it. It´s one of a few loose
book pages, so I can´t say who made the photo and when,
1920s or 30s I guess...

Good words

A while ago a friend asked me to make something for
her as cushiony as my "therapeutic" pincushions, but
with "good words".
I liked what came out of it, so I made another one...













And a mixed-media card too.
There will be more of these I think...













They´re in the shop, together with some other new
items...

Saturday

Urban patchwork

Monday mirrors

A wip, made mostly from pieces of cancelled projects
(three cheers to the roundabout ways...)













Pretty enough, that little mirror - but not as pretty
as the ones on my old indian bag bolster...














More about The Nature of a Mirror here...

A green rush...

Sumatran jungle views?
Green tea intoxication?
No.
A chestnut tree in Berlin in the rain.
Just moved the camera a bit while triggering -
and had fun doing so, obviously...

Thoughts for the road

Almost forgot to introduce you to this...













... after having shown it here only in the background...













It´s made from an old, timeworn kitchen towel, a piece
of hand dyed cotton, and bits of paper, "artificially"
weathered - and it has hidden messages (of which I´m
kind of fond lately - the use of paper in cloth, as
well as the messages - soon more...)













I´m rather pleased with it. Despite the paper and the
narrrow sewn lines it´s still very soft to the touch.
I call it "Thoughts for the road"...


And today I like
this
and
this
and
this
and
this...

A dancer...

A while ago I made a dye try with hibiscus tea, which
didn´t satisfy me - but I kept a few empty tea bags
and pinned them to my notice board...













And here finally found a way to use one...

She´s in the shop, together with two other female
thread personalities, and some silk scraps...

Imagine

That´s my monthly hanging for April, finished in
time - almost...













The chestnut image is from an old hankerchief...

























"Men are more moral than they think and far more
immoral than they can imagine."

(Sigmund Freud, born May 6, 1856)

Urban patchwork