London, orange and dots

Wondering what London, orange and dots have in common? Nothing really except that they are the subject of this post. Bear with me please. Or is it bare with me? Always get those two mixed up...

London - According to my blog stats, some of you live in the United Kingdom and it's to you that I am appealing. My husband and I will be in London next month. It's a business trip for him and vacation for me. The little urchins will be at home enjoying art camp and having my parents all to themselves. What fun they are going to have!

Back to London. After having the weekend together, I'll have 2 days to explore on my own while my husband is in meetings. There's plenty to see, yet I'm curious about the galleries, textile shops, cafes, gardens, etc. that only those who live in the area know about. You know what I mean...those little jewels that tourists never find because they aren't in the tourist magazines or on the maps. If you don't mind, would you share some of them with me? Please? It would be lovely and very much appreciated.

Orange - It's almost time for the June installment of Searching for Roy G Biv - next Thursday, the 21st. This month's color is...can you guess?...orange. Feel free to join in the fun!

Dots - Rusty dots. Rusty measle-y sort of dots. And polyps. Rusty polyps. Before going to Oz, a few pieces were wrapped and bundled to rust while I was away. Green tea was used and visions of deep indigo danced in my dreams. The most striking piece is...well...a disaster. And here's why

As I unwrapped what seemed to be a glorious piece, the dots became visible. A groan escaped while the thought of mildew ran through my mind. However, it is not mildew or mold.

The pattern of the dots echo the pattern of the rusty polyps on the gear below. There were, and still are, a bunch of them on this gear that weren't there when it was bundled.

If you're a rust junkie also, I'm wondering if you've come across this before? I plan to clean the gear before using it again, but wonder if the polyps will reappear.

This pattern is just way too striking not to try to replicate...sans the rusty measles, of course.

Any thoughts, insights, suggestions, tips, etc. about London, the color orange and rusty measles/polyps are welcome. Enjoy!

Tis the season

To be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la.

I'm working on the jolly part - far too much to do in far too little time since my return to Connecticut. I am, however, very joyful and thankful for so having so many good things and good people in my life.

There's my new favorite word - benign. It's really being all jumbled up with an extra n thrown into the mix, but it's also the sweetest of words to hear...especially when said in regards to one's mother.

Then there are friends like Pam

who saves tea bags for me and sends them along - 

all nicely emptied even though I keep telling her to just stick them in a box.

And who included a good bit of indigo from her own stash with the tea bags.

photo by Barry Smith

Then there's Fiona. Part of my whirlwind week back home has included being able to visit with Fiona and Barry in New York on Sunday. It still boggles my mind that they choose to visit during our winter. Think about it...it's summer in Australia just now. They've traded sun and warmth for snow/rain/sleet + wind + cold temps.

I'm so glad we had the chance to get together again. This time around we took in some bad art at MOMA. Really, really bad art at MOMA. The kind that leaves you wondering how on earth this stuff got to be shown there. Really? Just what were we missing? The kind that also leaves one thinking that their 1st graders made better collages back in pre-school. Yep. That kind of bad.

Lunar Architecture by Fiona

The good art came via a little bag that Fiona handed me containing gifts from her and Barry, Noela and Susan.

I've felt a kinship with Fiona from the beginning of our exchanges via the inter-pixies. And our work shows it, don't you think?

Imagine Peace by Fiona

Some time last year, I rusted a piece of cotton that printed beautifully...except that it had measles. Seriously. There were little dots all over it that I just could not get past. Noela thought she could do something with a bit of it so, not being able to see beyond the measles, I sent the whole thing to her.

She sent part of it back in the form of the most wonderful book,

all wabi sabi style

and playing off the measley parts 

in ways that left me speechless with surprise and joy

Peace by Noela Mills

and feeling very peaceful. 

 Susan's textured prints have me wanting to hold them

 
and examine them,

 to learn their language,

to listen to their tales

and secrets...for surely they are maps to another world, another time...

when feathers were magical and the most precious of possessions.

Barry's gift is one of reflection, stillness and meditation.

Encouraging me to smile, dream, shine, have hope, be at peace, to love and have joy. 

Tis the season for hearts to swell with amazement and awe, in my case at having such wonderful and generous friends. Thank you doesn't seem quite enough, but thank you all so very much for the gifts, but especially for being in my life.