patchwork

Drawing challenge today, patchwork.
I inspired by this challenge to sit by the bed of a dead butterfly.
Visit Helen at objects of whimsy for more inspiration!

circle

I´m trying to be in the circle of Trust.

cottage love

For some time ago I promised Gina to show my drawings of our allotment garden cottage.
We had a tiny "faluröd" / swedish red cottage on our little allotment ground before and it was falling to pieces. So we decided to build a new one. I saved the door and the two windows with glazing bars. The cottage is the same size plus 1 meter wider for a garden tool store with entrance from a dubbel door on the right. On the left of the door we bought two old windows to have a glass corner, it´s helpful when pre-germinating and also a wonderful wiev out in the garden (thanks Per for the idea). The width of the only room inside is exactly the length of a bed. Perfect for relaxing and to bring a cup of tea. The garden is about 20 meters from our appartment just across the street and then a path in to the allotment area.
It would have been a hard time for me to manage life in an appartment without this garden. (I´m really a forest kind of a person.)
We painted the house with falu black paint. The windows and frames are sun-yellow and gold-ocher linseed oil paint.
Here some pics from the inside. My husbands pics from the allotment garden.

I´m so happy that we conducted this life-affirming project!
A huge Thank You, to the ones involved!

like a bird

Nina Simone is keeping me company. I'm drawing birds and symbolic cages. These are on their way to a wall in a staircase.

clock wise

I ask myself, where did time go?
Strange question, as time is not existing and not capable to hide.

little helper

in the studio this morning.
Outside sunshine.

sky

Today
blue sky above
and inside insight
I'm in the drawing challenge
today sky.
Visit Helen to see who else has a scenery of sky.
My drawing is a detail from a work in progress.

continue

Life continues
every heartbeat
every drop of rain
every now and then
all included
everything
every
thing
anything can sing.

moonlight

The moon
a segment of an orange.

again

A new try, I'm sorry about this but I want it to work.
I´m trying to blog from my iphone on the app BlogWriter. I guess this is how small the photo gets. I´m not all happy about the layout but I guess it´s ok for now. For example I don´t think You can change colour on the text or work with the design. If anyone knows a better way or another app please let me know, thanks.

You see

Remember this piece?
It surprised me.
This piece had a story to tell and I had no idea what it was.
Not when made years ago and not when remade some months ago.
Can You see it? Can You see the message?
It says:
You get more than You see.

It´s about all the invisible, the magic, the unpredictable.
It´s about all the in betweens, the face to face and all the layers.
It´s about the white and everything that fits in to it.

and also it has some mathematical indestructible moments of truth that I haven´t yet figured out with all of my sences.

angle

reflect
reflect and
change
change angle.

the
the way
the way I
the way I see
the way I see things
Everything has different angles
Everything is three dimensional at the least.
Everything is not always what it seems

when I look at You
when I look at You I see You and
maybe I don´t see what You see
in Your mirror mirror...
change angle

I see You and
I see Your layers
don´t be afraid
You are beautiful.

weekword: recycling

 

Oh my, I have so many takes on this weekword.
Elisabeth, host for one of my favorite places Textilspanieln, choose Recycling.
When starting to think about it my whole life is a recycle.
Such a beautiful word Recycle.

I do it all the time. 
I recycle bottles, crap, plastics, glas, paper, metal.
I recycle leftovers in our compost. (I love the compost)
I recycle seeds from flowers and words from books.
I recycle the childrens clothes, recieve from older and give away to younger.
I recycle my art.
I recycle traditions.
I recycle my thoughts, my memories, my love.
I recycle knowledge, recieve from older and give away to younger.
I recycle compation, light, energy.
I recycle the way I move, dance, love.
I recycle the way of being as a human being.
I recycle my craft, my voice, my head.
I recycle the way I tease.
I recycle my humour, my fears, my tears, my sorrow.
I recycle my smile, yet every smile is new.
I recycle the choice I have of doing good in every second.
I recycle the colour of wisdom, the air I breath, the strength of my muscles and my recipes.
I recycle the cycle of Time and the cycle of Life.

I am a cycle in the cycle of God and so are We.
Please recycle me.

siblings

She says:

"When my elder brother was in your belly I was on the other side waiting. When I was in your belly he was on this side waiting."

She, my two and a half year old daughter.

weekword: simplicity

Well Happy New Year You All!

to start the new year here Christine invited me for weekword, I couldn´t resist.
But I feel as I have nothing to say. I´m simply still waiting for the words to gain. It could also be the feeling of having too much to say, as if the words are in a hive. Unable to be captured. The paradox of talking perhaps?

Still in my mind I believe that important words are paradoxes, always interesting. As in the word Simplicity everything holds that is not simple, not light, not easy. And if You can grab hold to those paradoxes in a simple way You gain, You gain Simplicity to hard stuff and that might be the bonus win of this word. Does it make any sense?
I hope You hear me, it´s like my voice is really tiny.

All Good and Peace now in 2011. Simplicity to You my fellow beings.