|watercolour of a quilt idea|
The hour is striking so close above me,
|the 9 year old's mermaid|
So clear and sharp, that all my senses ring with it.
|the 6 year old's mermaid|
I feel it now: there's a power in me
|April with forsythia from Toronto|
to grasp and give shape to my world.
|embroidery from Mexico|
I know that nothing has ever been real
|green quilt by April|
without my beholding it.
|forsythia in bloom|
All becoming has needed me.
My looking ripens things
and they come toward me, to meet and be met.
Rainer Maria Rilke
I just love when you put watercolor to paper Judy, and when I pulled up photo closer saw there was some stitch as well. Oh my!!! Love, love , love!
I am painting some of my quilt ideas so that I can get them out of me. There is not enough time to sew all the quilts I have in my head. xo
Just listened to your conversation with Zak Foster. :) It was lovely and I will be thinking about it for awhile...love what you are doing with your journals.
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