I wanted to share with you an art project I did today for the workshop I’m taking part in. It’s the first time I’ve given myself permission to do an online workshop (I signed up for one last year and never even had time to watch the videos–good grief). Anyway, I’m really enjoying the process of each project. Here’s the one I’m finishing up today.
It began as six separate collages like these…
Here’s my Instagram shot of all six…
The thought of cutting up these collages didn’t intimidate me at all. And then I got to sit at my sewing machine (yay!) and stitch all the triangles together…
Tied the stitched garlands to a branch…
Added some beads to the end of each strand…
And hung it up on a blank wall. I’m going to love it even more when the sun is actually shining through the windows. Which makes me think of summer. Which is what I’ve written on the backs of the triangles, this poem by Mary Oliver…
THE SUMMER DAY
who made the world?
who made the swan, and the black bear?
who made the grasshopper?
this grasshopper, i mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back & forth instead of up & down–
who is gazing around with her enormous & complicated eyes.
now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
i don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
i do know how to pay attention,
how to fall down into the grass,
how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed,
how to stroll through the fields,
which is what i have been doing all day.
tell me, what else should i have done?
doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Thanks for visiting with me for a little while. Here’s hoping we’ll soon be walking through the fields with the grasshoppers. Winter has worn out her welcome this year, hasn’t she?