Handmade paper
I'm making paper again: printer paper, daffodil's flower, and nettle's leaves. Then, I added color with beetroot and turmeric. Maybe they will become cards or handmade books.
I participate in the #52tagshannemade (with Anne Brooke, https://www.annebrooke.co.uk/)
For the 15th week, the theme was "Tiny scape."
I made a Pacific island view from the sky. Cotton, gauze, tiny shell, French knot.
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I participate in the #52tagshannemade (with Anne Brooke, https://www.annebrooke.co.uk/)
For the 14th week, the theme was: Pocket, favorite place, and treasures. I chose Quebec, Canada.
A few years ago we went for a one-month trip backpacking with my husband. We didn't have too much space to bring "treasures" other than great memories and digital pictures. It's a beautiful country and we met lovely people.
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Sun Salutation, also known as Surya Namaskara, is a traditional yoga practice. It is a sequence of 12 postures or asanas linked together to form a flow, that aims to awaken the body physically, mentally, and energetically. Breathing is an important aspect of the Sun Salutation. Traditionally, it's practiced at sunrise.
For the challenge #Areyoubookenough for April, the theme was: Body Language.
When I read the title, immediately I had the idea: a concertina book, with pop-up figures doing the Asanas.
I finished the little book with Mantras in Sanskrit and English. Painted with watercolor and acrylics.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcLVgwKRvKA
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Sarah
turns in circles, something is missing in her hands. The scissors,
the gloves for the garden, the thin cordage to secure the small twigs
that begin to fall...everything is there. However, she feels
something is missing.
Time has passed, it is true. The
children are no longer there to play around the blue clusters. They
are no longer there to make their laughter heard and turn around the
wisteria, which was hardly bigger than them. She looks up, the
wisteria continues to grow, but the children are gone.
It is always a pleasure to let herself go into the blue-mauve dreams, invaded by the sweet scent and tenderness of the flowering branches. It's so beautiful to dream, Sarah repeats to herself in silence, so her neighbors will not think she's speaking alone.
Emily, my little romantic who always asked to stay a little later on the terrace to see the sun mixing his yellow lights with the violets of the wisteria. Violet and yellow, complementary colors, they go well together...sometimes.
Amanda, you used to pick up the fallen flowers to make mandalas on the lawn, knowing that the April wind would take care of changing everything a few minutes later. My dear, you knew already that everything changes all the time.
Matthew, you just wanted the wisteria to be a little bigger, a little stronger to have the right to climb on it. Now that it's big enough, you're gone. And Emma, all she wanted was to sleep in the wisteria's room and leave the window open to 'scent her dreams,' as she used to say. What are your dreams today, little Emma?
The wisteria's room was not the biggest in the house, but it was probably the most welcoming. A canopy bed, the old grandma's dresser, and an armchair next to the window, just in the right place to look at the wisteria and the children grow up.
Sitting in her armchair, Sarah had the perfect light to create her quilts; they would be Christmas presents for each one of the kids.
Time flies, it's true. The kids don't come often, but the wisteria is there waiting for them, like Sarah and her quilts. Oh, my dears, I miss you.
