Like a withered flower...

... almost.

... but just black tea and a bit of string -
beneath a row of windows into the autumn night.

... some more of them in the making.

When summer ended
the leaves of snapdragons withered
taking their shrill-colored mouths with them.
They were still, so quiet. They were
violet where umber now is. She hated
and she hated to see
them go. Flowers

born when the weather was good - this
she thinks of, watching the branch of peaches
daring their ways above the fence, and further,
two hummingbirds, hovering, stuck to each other,
arcing their bodies in grim determination
to find what is good, what is
given them to find. These are warriors

distancing themselves from history.
They find peace
in the way they contain the wind
and are gone.

(Lorna Dee Cervantes: Emplumada)


Good advice

1: Protect your neck from the autumn winds...

2: Take a look at my shop update if you have
the time...

3: Keep a watchful eye if part-time subtenants
offer to do the stitching...


New fabric pack

This one is silks only.

P.S. ...and it was gone with the autumn wind -
thanks kindly!


Old paper or: leaves will diverge

The other day I found, amongst well-thumbed paperbacks,
a very old book with the first 100 or so pages missing,
but still full of delightfully aged paper...

It´s hand bound I think...

I´m going to use it for drawings and mixed-media

And here´s another old book page.


Yellow eyes

"Yellow as a goat’s wise and wicked eyes,
yellow as a hill of daffodils,
yellow as dandelions by the highway,
yellow as butter and egg yolks,
yellow as a school bus stopping you,
yellow as a slicker in a downpour..."

(from: Colors passing through us by
Marge Piercy)


Autumn´s coming...

... with some new fabric packs in tow.

They´re dyed with things found in garden and park,
mostly - if you´d like to have a look, go here...