Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Age of Paint

Like some alcoholics who are periodic drunkards, I let my passion for paint run freely for the time being. The needle goes cold in these periods, but never mind, it will be picked up when the time has come. You may have wondered (if you saw the series I showed as a guest blogger on Rayna Gillman's blog) why I work mostly on black. Does this show that I'm in a critical phase of life or depressive? Well, I started painting on black when I was 3 years old and had my first paintbox. My access to black was positive. It provided the perfect background for dreams, it gave an amazig brillance to my favourite colors . The color cups in my paint box containing yellow, white and light green were the first to be empty. My mother generously provided a new color box, everytime one was up -- and they did not last long. I remember how thrilled I was when I received a larger paintbox with names of the colors for my 8th birthday! Indian yellow, raw umber, turquoise -- only apple pancakes could have pleased me more.
Painting on a black backgroud, you can make something rise ever so softly out of the dark, whereas on white it is in the limelight right away. I love the process of letting something secretly emerge from the depth of space, just like dreams and thoughts do.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Blame it to Avira -- A big hug and thanks to Rayna!

Now I know why my blog got smashed -- it was too much guardiance from the anti-virus protection. I switched off the security settings, loaded my blog -- everything back to normal! -- and switched them back on. Looks good now -- hoping it is for good!

For the time being, Rayna Gillman was so kind to invite me as a guest blogger. I accepted her offer with gratitude. Please don't miss her work -- excellent prints on cloth and exiting quilts from an inspiring and warm-hearted artist.

Update. Looks like they found and repaired the mistake in the meantime.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

Handing a Quilt out to the Owner

My grandniece seemed to be satisfied with the quilt, although it looks as if she is redesigning it with her blanket. She is being assisted in her check-up by her "mow", as she calls the cat ("ow" like in "how"). Fortunately, there are a few mows on the quilt. She discovered them at once.
Having no kids of my own, I never knew how rewarding it is to create for them -- as long as they are very young and not starting to be critical, ha!
I took a stroll through the autumnal garden. Of course, we took apples back. The harvest was not brilliant, due to a sudden frost in spring that damaged the cherry blossom badly. My brother (Bente's Graddad) also grows veggies like rare potato and tomato sorts.
The grapes are ripe, too. The quinces had problems. These were sorted out. The good stuff will be processed into wine and jelly.

Firewood piles: Preparation for the coming months