slowly she turned
Living the Slow life in North Carolina
Category: art
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As I walked to work this morning, a dancing magnolia leaf caught my attention. I stopped to watch it gracefully twirl and circle in the breeze above its fallen sisters on the ground below. An invisible silken spider strand must have held it aloft. And I realized that I could not only see the leaf,…
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Well, I guess it’s about time for me to begin blogging in this space for realz. I’ve been manually transferring my posts from my former blog to here. Yes, I know that sounds obsessive and tedious. At first I was only going to do it for the past year, because I had back-up files for…
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A blighted area of rundown turn of the century industrial buildings and warehouses beside the river becomes a hub of creativity as artists and restaurants and a brewery move in. What a lovely idea. We spent a rainy Labor Day morning strolling around the River Arts District in Asheville. Unfortunately, Mondays, and especially holidays, are…
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When I first began weaving this piece, some shadowy figures emerged from the painted paper. “What are you waiting for?” they whispered. I unwove it all and thought about the nature of waiting and what I am waiting to do and what I am waiting for as I wrote on the weft paper strips and…
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I have had loads of fun weaving painted papers this week. This is why you should save your ugliest papers. Not only might they serve as a background layer for something else, but something interesting happens when you slice and dice and weave them with other papers (or the other half of the same paper).…
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wood stone metal grate around sidewalk planting
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So, there’s this book. I ordered several great books a few weeks ago, but there’s this book, this one book, that I can’t get past. It is ringing my chimes and I can’t read it for more than a few minutes without feeling like I’m going to have an anxiety attack from sheer joy. The…
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I’ve been fascinated with super close-up details since I was a little girl, lying face down in the grass imagining the world the way that ants or grasshoppers do. In my photography, I am drawn to the graphic lines and spaces and textures more than to a certain subject matter, but generally I love nature…
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My friend and paper mentor Susanne and I flew out to Oregon to attend the Focus on Book Arts conference in Forest Grove at Pacific University. Despite our friends’ warning about the rainy weather, it was beautiful and I didn’t have to open my umbrella once. The cooler temperatures were such a relief! Judy met…
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Getting close to the end of this tapestry. I reworked this transition from the golds/pinks to the blues/pinks several times. Much happier with it now. This is very different for me, the all-natural earthy hippie wannabe. It began as a joke – I have a lot of disdain for some of the art I see…
slowly she turned 