every time their kinsfolk die.
What is sea, and what is ocean?
Little drops of fish emotion.
Welcome to my reality, my attempt to make sense of life and the human condition through artistic expression. My blog is primarily about my fibre art, which reflects my feelings, experiences, and thoughts. Inevitably, mental turmoil comes into it, as it informs much of my work.
Here is another Mandelbrot set, which I did some time ago and had just put away, not knowing what to do next.
I was surfing online and googled 'Mandelbrot' and was absolutely delighted to discover that Benoir Mandelbrot is alive and well at 80 and is an Emeritus Professor in Mathematics at Yale University in the USA. I even found an email address for him. I think it's wonderful that he has lived to see his mathematical work take off in various popular art forms!
I downloaded a freeware Fractal program and had great fun looking at various fractals. The maths is beyond me, but you don't have to understand it to enjoy the intricate shapes that are works of art in themselves. Try your hand here.
Luckily the weather was not too warm on the day I finished the above snugglequilt, and I managed to persuade the snuggled one to pose. The backing is brushed cotton (or maybe brushed polycotton), which makes it nice and soft next to the skin. Unfortunately it makes it less useful as a picnic blanket - the brushed cotton picks up every blade of grass and it's quite a job to shake it all off.
But these bed quilts that you know will have to be able to withstand lots of washing, are really a load of work. "Work" in the sense of having to stitch everything securely, think about durability and utility aspects, as opposed to creative touches, which I wouldn't really term "work".
I read a book once, by a woman who had spent a year with a native American tribe and particularly observed their child-rearing practices. She noted that their language did not include the word "work" (as opposed to the term "leisure"). They had verbs for all the aspects of their lives, but did not distinguish between work and play, the way we do. I really liked the idea and it's a great way to look at one's life. I should do it more often!
The rest are of my boxes:
There are more in the kitchen and in other rooms. I enjoy making them and there's no doubt they help us find things, but it has got to where I struggle to throw out any box and accumulate boxes for future building and begin to envisage a time when the entire room will be taken up with boxes, like a miniature city with apartment blocks.
All because I don't know how to work with wood! Maybe it is just my Inner Carpenter trying to express herself...
Reality is never absolute, and each person’s interpretation of reality is unique, and equally valid. When one’s reality is that of a ‘different drum’, not shared by many, one can feel isolated and alienated in the world, and withdraw, feeling not-understood. I am awed by art’s power to bridge this divide, and to communicate, connect and bring understanding where previously there was separation and alienation; where we were ships passing in the night.
If my work strikes a chord with another person, I feel heard, and it is my fervent wish that the reality of the viewer is likewise validated.