Wednesday, 2 September 2015
Tuesday, 1 September 2015
It was a real autumn morning covered in cobwebs and mist. A new month has begun as has a new season. And it's also time to share my new journal quilt for September. These monthly journal quilts are part of a challenge set by the Contemporary Quilt Group. They also dictated the size as 6 x 12". I choose to use the horizontal orientation and to dedicate all my journal quilts this year to words.
As you can see I have left the word (Solitude) smaller than on my other journal quilts so far, because I liked my background so much that I didn't want to cover most of it up. This background was made using the smallest size gelli plate (3 x 5") as a stamp to get the different coloured areas while at the same time using wooden carved blocks (from Textile Traders) in the paint first.
Afterwards I stamped on the trees (also from a wooden carved stamp). The piece was then extensively hand quilted using running and back stitch as well as embellished with seed and bugle beads as well as sequins. The binding fabric was painted on the gelli plate too.
The word SOLITUDE was stamped onto a separate piece of fabric and hand appliquéd on. I'm now thinking about my next word!
Monday, 31 August 2015
Stencilgirl's Ripple Effect stencil) and added a rose image too (Little Eddy Rose stencil, also by Stencilgirl)
Mirror, Mirror appeared, to assist me (wonderful synchronicity)
Donna Downey text stencil that said exactly what I wanted to say about myself and added this as shown, using black. I then outlined the letters with a white marker. Some fabric tape was added too. As per usual I finished with postage stamps and they too add meaning to my self-portrait. To finish I wrote along the side of my head: "age is a work of art". You can find the full quotation on Saturday's post.
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Saturday, 29 August 2015
|echinops with visitors|
Friday, 28 August 2015
For all the detailed information about the stencils I used as well as the stamps etc. you can go here.
Thursday, 27 August 2015
Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.
|ligularia with campanula in the background|