30.12.11

Note tied to the blogknob...















"Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.
I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,
only the things I didn’t do
crackle after the blazing dies."

(Naomi Shihab Nye: Burning the Old Year)

20.12.11

Winter wind

A wind person...


16.12.11

Eyecatcher

Eyes caught...














And eyeballs...




12.12.11

Winter wind

A wind box...














Several wind wheels...















And a bit from an old treasured shirt, mended
once
, but torn again - and now: gone with the wind...

6.12.11

Back to normal (almost...)

There´s an end to everything, fortunately-
after months of unpleasant and unsettling
construction hubbub, things are showing a
tendency of moving back to normal (if such
a thing exists...) - scaffolding´s still
obscuring the view at the outside world -
not much to see there anyways than a slice
of old grey Berlin - but at least the noise
is gone. Poooh.

So, back to some serious stitching.
There´s quite a heap of wips to deal with...














For example this patient piece of long time
project, which started as a whitish scrap
collection which developed a somewhat oriental
flair, and which somewhen I´d decided to pair
with a big piece of brown linen...














Or this one, which I call Eyecatcher. It began
with a piece of fabric on which I had been - not
very successfuly - printing with an Indian wooden
textile stamp...














And this one. Which is intended to have
something to do with winter and wind - but, as
I realized after putting it together, in fact
more or less resembles that scaffolding
(last time using the word, promise to self)...














The grey-brown stripes are made of rather
wonderful, frail silk sari ribbon from Lisa.














For the rest of the year, I´m planning to show
here, without much words, some of the progress
I´ll make on the above pieces. Till then...