Back to my paints.

My studio tables were cluttered up with different projects.   Mosaics. Paper mosaics. Fabrics. Printing materials.  Rock painting stuff. 

 I just cant seem to settle in with watercolors until the space is cleared and things are tidy.   During this heatwave - many days over 100 degrees - I am not spending much time outside... I figured its a good time to clean the studio.   Now its orderly and i have open table spaces everywhere I look.   Its wonderful.  And I can paint again in my morning ritual.   Only thing is I need to be up an hour earlier to take advantage of the cool studio.   Here are the first three small studies.  It feels wonderful to paint again.

Three new stitch meditations.

I can hardly believe I have now done 80 of these little pieces.   I think I will continue to 100, then start experimenting with more emphasis on the stitching -- and dyeing my own background fabrics.   By then I will have used bits and pieces of my favorite fabric scraps and will be ready to step up to a new level. 

 Mixing Asian inspired with vintage bits.   They are so beautiful.

Lined up

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Collection growing

Two new pieces.

1. Fourth of July.  

2. Cruciform.

Series of stitch meditations

Occasionally I will find myself working in a series.   This one relates back to my childhood in a little mining town in Nevadas high desert.    Just a stones throw from Virginia City, my home town of Silver City was a fun place to be a child. We could walk to school. No traffic. No stop signs, just cross the street and climb the hill by friends house, turn left and continue to walk uphill to crest where the two room schoolhouse stood.     In winter we could ride our sleds down the snow covered streets.    The town is still there. Some of our friends and their descendants still live there. Its this place that taught us the beauty of simple things, and vintage things. Reliance on family. Right and wrong.  The love of open spaces, long vistas and the fragrence of wild sage brush.  The love of rocks and clouds and joys of friendships.   The wild horses are still there.   This is what inspired these pieces.   Fa