This one is an organic cotton landscape quilted into a wool batt.
Backed with an old linen table cloth. it feels cozy yet light. Dreamy. Serene.
Ned has monthly meetings there this year and I tag along. We visit our kids.
Joy is a sublime emotion because it is accompanied by a kind of terror. A feeling that it can't last.
Zadie Smith said that. Joy just comes across us, unlike pleasure which is chosen.
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Your beautiful stitching. Your beautiful granddaughter. Sugar, that's lasting joy. xo
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Smiling--so so lovely this post and thank you too for Sally Mann--an interview to share
http://www.npr.org/2015/05/12/405937803/making-art-out-of-bodies-sally-mann-reflects-on-life-and-photography
LINK again:
http://www.npr.org/2015/05/12/405937803/making-art-out-of-bodies-sally-mann-reflects-on-life-and-photography
Thanks for the link, Micelle. It's great!
x
Gorgeous ... and absolutely gorgeous ;) !!!
Wow! this new work is beautiful love the loops!
Mom is pleasure always chosen?
we can purchase pleasure, but joy just comes over us without our knowing
great post, Judy, and I love your new work... sweet precious baby... :>)
the joy in your work is monumental
The photo of her over his shoulder is a song, and love how the shapes in your quilt align with the road ahead…all joy-filled.
Oh the vista of the unbroken miles of highway ahead! I have driven across Canada several times, though not in winter. That photo is so resonant - and the stitching fits right in. Then, the anticipation of seeing children and grandchildren...
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