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I'm a mother of four grandmother of seven and great grandmother of three. I live with my husband in the house that we built with the help of my brothers and will have been married for 57 years this February.

Tuesday, July 21, 2020

A BLOGGER ART GALLERY POST BY INVITATION FROM KEZZIE

What is art? There are many definitions of art. Kezzie from KezzieAG blog thought it would be fun to see what arts her followers had in their home and so she set up a day to share our art on our blogs.

After digging up some photos from my Photo Library, I came up with more art pieces than I thought I had.

I never thought of my creations as art but the definition of art is broad so I guess it can pass for art.

Taste varies, what is beautiful to some is not necessarily beautiful to others.


I'll start with my rugs. They are all my own designs and I have enjoyed the whole process of acquiring my stash of repurposed 100% wool fabric from thrift stores with only a very small percentage which is not 100% wool.

The wool is washed in hot water and dried. I use a Cushing dye especially for wool to get the colors I wanted and to overdye colors that I want to change. There are many techniques for special effects.  The wool is cut in narrow strips we call worms.



This was my first rug. The grass was a white and grey plaid skirt dyed with yellow and blue dye. All repurposed 100% wool.




This rug was made to remember my friends who supported me during my breast cancer episode. They gave me a huge rooster that noise activated. I was collecting small roosters then. They filled a huge basket with 30 small gifts to open every day for a month.


This was a challenge rug. I had to use a forest, a ring, a stone, and the color purple. Free to interpretation. I didn't have much choice of wool then. This is me when I was young. I was always hanging from a tree upsidedown and wished I was a natural blond. lol...



This is a memory rug of my childhood. Every vignette represents great memories. and the wavy border represents the journey.




Another challenge rug called Grandmother's trunk. The interpretation was my heritage from my grandmother. She didn't left me any tangible objects other than the love of flowers.



Another challenge rug to get rid of all the leftover wool worms after hooking the other rugs.



Again this chair pad was using all leftover wool worms. The green border was wool of many different greens and white all married together by simmering the wool together to get a more uniform color.




This chair pad also was using little bits of leftover wool. We call the different circles, Kittens paws.



This one is a geode landscape. I never finished the border on it yet.


This is from a black and white overexposed photo of my grandfather. I wasn't pleased how his face turned out as I couldn't see the nuances in the shading of his face.



This was a challenge entitled "All around the town", using left only leftovers wool worms. The edging needs to be finished.



This is George the  Rooster chair pad. Making a round chair pad can be challenging.





A mate for George the rooster. Meet Julia hen. I used one piece of plaid that a generous blogger friend gifted me for the body by cutting out the strips of wool and separating the colors




Another challenge using leftover wool worms with a nursery rhyme.



This is a purchased watercolor print of a local covered bridge by artist Daniel Price.




This art piece comes as a gift from an African student who my daughter Christine gave her some raw milk to make some kefir I think. She was so happy with the cow milk. It is made from large fibrous leaves.



This was a self-portrait painted by my late daughter Nicole when she was in High school. I found it in the garage and gave it back to her while she lived in Scotland. She took it with her and had it framed. and it came back to me when she died. I had to take the photo at an angle because of the glare on the glass.


 

These two small applique portraits are collector's items and were given to me by Nicole and came from Scotland. Signed by artist Linda Kerr. They are approximately 4''x4'' or 10.16 cm x 10.16 cm.









A cross stitch I made and changed the thread colors to coordinate with my wall color. I had it professionally mounted at a cost of $150.00. I got it mounted wit a low glare glass to protect it from grease in the dining room.




THis little one I mounted myself but I need to change the frame. I used what I had laying around.


My first applique quilt after my chemo. The applique and quilting is all done by hand.


I got an old pattern from my sister in law for a double bed but I turned it into a King size. All appliqued and quilted by hand.





This is a scribble I made on a tiny piece of line paper when one morning I was sitting at my prayer table in my bedroom while I was doing a two-week review of my spiritual meditation and I saw the face of Jesus in the tree across the road. I looked up and down as I scribbled and when I was done I couldn't see it anymore no matter how hard I tried. I could see it very plainly. I could see a bit of the sky and some leaves and a branch that came down on top of his forehead.




A scrap of paper on my desk on which a coffee spill gave me a doodling idea. lol.

I hope that you enjoyed some of my art and didn't get too bored.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
Hugs, Julia








Monday, June 29, 2020

THE IMPORTANCE OF APPRECIATIONS

I'm not one who looks for appreciation because it's just the way I am but it's important to show appreciation... I don't do things and say things to be appreciated but because it is the right thing to do,  to me only the truth matters because God is truth.  So on this foundation, I can appreciate when someone recognizes the contribution I make based on this truth. The only reason I'm back at singing at our church is that on Christmas eve, our choir director suddenly quit without notice. This left us with no one to direct music and no choir.

 Sadly, the next day, on Christmas day, one of our old friends, Lee,  died of a heart attack after the Christmas family dinner.  Years ago,  I sang at his second wedding after his first wife died from an aggressive form of cancer.  This was before I lost my singing voice to a thyroid tumor.
 I was much younger then. Lately, Lee's health had been declining and in mid-October, he asked me to sing at his funeral.  I was shocked but said, of course, I would but I would have to talk to the choir director first.
 I said that I would sing for him because he was a friend but I wasn't sure how it would go with the choir director since I had not been singing in the choir for a very long time.   I had no idea how bad Lee's health was, but I was going to approach the choir director to tell him of his request.  I never did approach the choir director because I was sure that Lee would still be around for much longer. 

Having no choir or music director on Christmas day left us in a bind.  Years ago,  and I mean years ago, like in 2000, I used to be a cantor and sang solos at weddings and funerals and lead our choir with the help of a skillful music director and organist, but since my thyroid operation for thyroid tumor, I stop singing in public since I lost my singing voice for two whole years.

It slowly came back but it was painful and labored and no longer enjoyable.  I persevered and little by little, my voice came back although not as strong as it once was but still I an holding a tune at over 73 years old.

So since the end of December, I've been thrust into preparing the liturgical music leading the choir at our church although I feel so inadequate.  I gathered some volunteers for choir and we did the best we could until Covid-19 reared its ugly head and the church was closed. As we slowly reopened, I was allowed to sing by myself with no choir because of social distancing and so it will be until we can safely gather again together without distancing.

I have plenty to do at home to keep me busy and I don't need recognition but today I received a special hand made card that brought tears to my eyes.  After mass this evening, a parishioner came up to me and presented me with this beautiful homemade card. I know, she must have spent a lot of time to put this beautiful card together.  She is so talented. I know my blogger friend  Kezzy from the UK will appreciate it as she also makes beautiful homemade cards.



This was the envelope with my name on it.



The front of the card was also so special and beautiful.






But the message inside is what brought tears to my eyes.



This was the back of the card, just as beautiful.


And inside the card was another card with this cute little bird.
I'm sure this little bird can sing much better than I can in my old age. Thanks so much for your affirmation Glendine.  I appreciate you so much.

Talents are given to us freely to share freely to make the world a better place. Share your talent freely... otherwise, they will deteriorate.

Have a safe and happy week.

Hugs, Julia