Wind swirls madly,Frosted leaves

Holographic Images-
Multi-level Surface Design/Mixed Media. Original digital image, printed twice for holographic effects. Silk noil, organza, fabrics’ hand dyed, sun printed, painted, or stamped.38”Wx20”H
Wind swirls madly,
38”Wx20”H
Taking photos has been an interest since I first laid my hands on a camera. I have shared some from time to time. Many influence my art viva composition, pattern and design. While others become the subject of work. They can be the entire piece or added with silkscreen or collage. And now one can take photos into Photoshop and do amazing things. A new way to create in the 21st century! For this work, called Trees To Poles, I used almost all these techniques. I layered these two photos, below, in Photoshop and used them as my Holographic Image insert. I collaged additional photo elements with painted and pieced fabric. String was embedded in the layers, which was highlighted with paint sticks afterwards. The piece was finished with stitching.
Breaking Free
‘The Day is yours.” My husband quips.
I am unburdened at the moment from worrying thoughts, loved one’s dilemma’s, even my usual mad dog push, push, push.
“Relax, I say. “ How is it I feel like I’m sitting upon a rockin
g lid under which boils my tempestuous creative drive.
Sometimes I feel like a spinning top with an arm extending out every so often to tweak an art piece, paint fabric, create a digital collage, and come up with yet another way to display fiber art to a curious public.
Ideas whirl though my head.
“Focus.” Says one of my mentors, “Only this moooment”.
“This Moment- and this and this!” I respond!
This day, a bubble in the weeks of planned activities. This day, a day of my own, without focus, direction, or plans. A chasm to be filled at my discretion. What joy!
I walk though my studio gathering items intuitively. My art jour
nal, a pile of snipped out images of art and other stuff from magazines I buy to expose my yearning for beauty. My glue stick and pen.
These journals mirror to me what I like, what inspires me, provide a directional compass.
Outside into the glorious sun coolly lit in the first hints of Autumn. I sit and begin to turn pages. I see notes from years past, re-pasted in each new journal. Journals handmade, sewn with curses and love. I just turn the rich pages- absorbing, reminding, revisiting.
And the magic happens.












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