Walk In The Woods

I love walking -it is a solitary activity , but it gives me time to think.  Sometimes I find the woods and the wide open spaces a chance to really breathe.  I miss that.  It is too long since I felt the wind in my hair and the fresh musky air in the woods.  The green sweet smell of the new leaves and the richness of the verdant green color soothes my mind and centers me.  I miss having someone to quietly stand with me- the only sound being our shoes as they crunch along the paths.   Someday soon , if God wills it to be- I will find a genuine companion.  I know it does little good to wish for something that does not currently exist-so I spend little time on such thoughts.  I think just of the green moss that lies in wait and will greet me soon enough.

Poet's Forest

This is the final piece of hand stitched fiber art that is the poets commissioned piece.   Here is what he stated upon seeing this piece " an image of ressurection, renewal, reinhabitation after what some people call destruction or disaster. I believe these two words exemplify the anthropocentric view that most humans have of Earth Phenomena"  


 This is imagery which portrays my view of the part of Long Island called the Pine Barrens- it undergoes deforestation through forest fires and then constantly renews itself.  I feel I captured what he desired in this piece and I am pleased with the results. The piece was actually  by a poem by Tom Stock titled " Soil Meditation" so that the final art piece became a very personal tribute to this author.
Tom has worked tirelessly to preserve and pay tribute to the Long Island Pine Barrens and has studied the area as a poet and a naturalist.  I am thrilled that this fiber art piece will now be part of his collection among other  art he has purchased.

commissioned beginning

This is the preliminary beginning of the piece I am starting for the commissioned piece of the Long Island Pine Barrens.  I am just starting to stitch the main part of the pieces and add small stitched branches.  It is a departure from my typical work, but I had been in a temporary lull so this was the spark of inspiration that has jump started my work again.  Sometimes if you hit a black spot of nothingness you kind of get frightened that the muse of creativity is gone.  Those can be the moments when the lull before the next great moment of a new avenue of opportunity hits.