Besides art, sometimes I have to step outside and rescue the latest kamikaze bird. We feed the little darlings, everything from teensy caliope hummingbirds to chunky Stellar's Jays and Gray Jays. Unfortunately, all those well feed birds have attracted the attention of a sharp shinned hawk. When he swoops in for the kill the dozens of birds scatter like buckshot, often crashing into our huge picture windows. Sometimes there are fatalities, but often my husband or I go out and scoop up the latest stunned one and hold them until the hawk is gone and they can re-orient themselves. Yesterday this little swallow was my gift for the day. They are so iridescent and beautiful. It was such a privilege to hold on to it until it could grasp the limb. And, yes, it did finally fly away, 'all better'. :?}
If Vincent Van Gogh had worked in wool, this is what it might have looked like...
And you thought I had dyed all that wool just for fun. Well, yes, but I did have plans to use it, and it turns out it is another addiction, or, as a very nice reader titled it, 'a series'. Lindy is working in a series (because she is addicted to working with wool at the moment!)
It has been a good day!
If Vincent Van Gogh had worked in wool, this is what it might have looked like...
This quilt was salvaged from an attempt years ago to adhere the initial scene onto a t-shirt. Um...didn't work, as it made the shirt so stiff the shoulders stood out from my body like a football player's shoulder pads! The dark blue shore line is all that remains of the t-shirt. I added more trees, the sparkling night dark sky and quilted lightly. Looks much better on a wall than on me!
