My mother's favourite novel was To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. 
I listened to it this week while doing these dye processes. 
There it was - her picture. 
Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, 
its attempt at something. 
It would be hung in the attic, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? 
With a sudden intensity,as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre.
It was done; 
It was finished. 
Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I have had my vision.
(from the last paragraph of To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf)
7 comments:
that's beautiful.
i read it in highschool
along with jacobs room.
Wonderful.
You have such a powerful way with words and pictures.
I have to say I preferred Mrs Dalloway though - and Orlando.
beautiful post. beautiful work. the white with its texture, reminded me of V. Woolf's writing about her first memories which were of light coming through a curtain, i think.
Another book I 'must read'.
Beautiful post, amazing, interesting fabrics.
Jacky xox
beauty in all my senses, thank you dear one...
As per usual, I am in awe.
One of my favorite books, and that is my favorite passage from the entire book. I love your work as well.
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