Thank You for Your Patience and a Happy Thanksgiving!

This is the reason why you haven't been reading from me for such a long time. Ever since my husband and I visited the most interesting music pubs in Edinburgh, I was obsessed by the idea of playing an instrument again (I gave away my guitars more than 30 years ago). So sorry I cannot show you anything fabricious. My life goes in phases. I will let you know when fabrics are back, and I won't be bothering you with other themes. And my gratitude of today goes to my husband, too, who gave me his old school ukulele a few weeks ago (which was waiting in the attic of his parents' house) and who sponsored the other beauty on the left side of the photograph. It is a preposed Xmas gift and has a lovely sound; yet, the older one is not discarded, but has its right by its crisp sound, similar to a banjo, and quick temper. Sure I play this song and others for J every night.

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.

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.