I’ve been finishing up a number of wall vases and pockets to send off to ~
The Gallery Shop, 824 Pike Street, Lemont, near State College, Pennsylvania
Artspace Gallery, 221 Center Street, Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania and
Butternut Gallery and Bookstore, 35 Pine Street, Montrose, Pennsylvania where my books are also part of the current show, “Illustration, Installation, and Words”.
All are wonderful spaces and supporters of the creative life, filled with work by many artists. I’m grateful to have my work in all three.
The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second; and throughout nature this primary figure is repeated without end. It is the highest emblem in the cipher of the world.
Every action admits of being outdone.
Our life is an apprenticeship to the truth, that around every circle another can be drawn; that there is no end in nature, but every end is a beginning; that there is always another dawn risen on mid-noon, and under every deep a lower deep opens.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Circles, 1841
First, trace around something nearby to make a pattern.
Transfer pattern and begin hooking.
Although the temperatures don’t feel autumnal, the deafening night crickets and fading perennials signal the changing of the seasons. It’s time to stack wood
and see what wool colors I have
and remember the pleasure of hand stitching