circling...

these loose marks are somewhat representative of how things are with me creatively

random,  incomplete... a lot of fits and starts

looking back over the year's blog posts there was a recurring theme - a bit of time available for creative work and then long periods of almost none as other things took precedence

what I have done has been good though

 a lot of discovering, a lot of thinking

I'm ready for some action though

during this in-between time I have gathered a few objects important to me and have had them on my work table for some time now

I've analyzed them in a few ways, thinking about colour and shape, marks etc

then a page of circles using the solid silver napkin ring to draw around

(the circles are all complete, the photo just cut some off and it's too dark with fog to re-take it)

that napkin ring my grandfather's, one single gold nugget centred on it

plain, simple, elegant

today I began filling the circles with marks inspired by the objects

for the next couple of days I'll keep circling back to this; when it's finished I'll do a colour study of a sort

simple exercises that have me looking, thinking, and doing whilst everyday life begins it's slow journey into 2024 and all that it will hold

as this challenging year draws to it's close I'll wish for you what I hope for myself

peace in your soul

for as Max Ehrmann wrote almost 100 years ago:

"and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your life. With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world"

Christmas Wishes

me...

and mine...

would like to wish you...

and yours...

a very Merry Christmas!

Yukon Gold

home for almost a week now, in the throes of Christmas preparation, but I did take some time to work with a few things I had gathered whilst in the yukon

a small forest path, through the trees, across the stream on a small wooden bridge... a walk of about 90 seconds really but lingering is a must

I walked it as a teenager, a short-cut to the small grocery store, it's still there all these years later

when I first got to Whitehorse in early November it had barely snowed and I saw a number of rosehips still clinging to the branches of the otherwise bare wild roses

some were still bright red, many were black - I gathered all I could find along with a couple of pinecones, one grey and the other brown and brought them home with me

on Monday I put it all into my small aluminium dyepot, added a few cups of tap water and left it to simmer on the stove for about 30 minutes

  a few scraps of various silk fabrics and one cotton piece were stirred in and left to simmer another hour... at that point I didn't really care if I got any colour at all as the house smelled absolutely heavenly and that alone felt like reward enough

the pot and it's contents were set aside for the night to be looked at in the morning... it was all a bit by guess and by golly so I didn't have high expectations but the next day I found all the silk had dyed a  shimmering golden brown; the cotton was a bit washed out but the richness of the silk more than made up for it

although the process I followed was rather haphazard I did make notes in my dye-book and attached samples so things are looking up on the recording front at least

the dye looked like it still had some oomph in it so I kinda sorta quickly "scoured" three skeins of cotton embroidery thread (bright white, natural white and ecru), skipped the mordant stage and put the thread in the jar of dye that still had all the plant material in it

and there it sits... I swish it around every day and perhaps tomorrow I'll put the jar in a pot of simmering water and let it heat up for a while

and continue with the daily swishing for a little longer...

I have several natural dye books and have read all about and done my fair share of proper scouring and other preparations for dyeing both cotton and silk fabric and thread with excellent results but I'm also willing to just wing it sometimes and see what I get and sometimes I strike gold

and speaking of gold, the photo below was the scene a friend saw as she drove into downtown Whitehorse today in the early afternoon... the low sun softened by mist rising from the river... golden light striking a path right to her feet

(photo credit C. Young)

-8 degrees and winter has never looked better

sunlight and shadows

last week was filled with a series of random things, a kind of "what have I missed that I can cram in now" kind of week, alongside helping our daughter to move house

a morning spent at the museum which has trebled in size since we lived here

this photograph of Dead Horse Gulch was part of an exhibit new to me, where thousands of horses on the Chilkoot Trail died,  the faint line of the later train tracks along the left-hand side mid photo

my brother was in a small plane that crashed into the mountain on the right-hand side in 1972 when he was 14 - he was the lucky one, two died, the fourth severely injured, lives forever changed

looking at this brought all those memories flooding back - the accident was an earthquake in a small town like Whitehorse, especially as three of the four passengers were children

it's not an image, nor a place to inspire my work directly though serves as a stark reminder that this is not an easy land

another quick walk by the river, a close-up of the dock pilings, the oily-dark river flowing silently by

I love that the current is so fast, the undertow exceptionally strong  and yet it's deadly quiet... a river of respect

a rusted part of the inner workings of a long-lost paddlewheeler still on the shore, sunlight and shadows

sunlight and shadows... like a metaphor for the harshness yet beauty found here

a country fence, everything touched with the heavy hand of frost

the next day,  fresh snow

it's been snowing and blowing the past few days, more typical than the weather we had when I first arrived, and the fullness of winter's darkness has settled over the landscape

call me crazy but I love it

and today I go home

trees

rooted in place, moving only with the wind

what would that be like I wonder, to be so fixed in one spot?

the trees of the yukon seem to be in perpetual motion whether from the wind or the either boggy or stony ground that affects root development, causing many of them to lean

the last time I was here I did some loose watercolour paintings with grey and gold - not looking for any particular outcome, just seeing how the paint might move on the paper depending on how I managed the water

one resembled a river bank and so I began to add trees

won't say it's finished

can't say it isn't

below, a loose abstract of hills and poplar trees in winter

then a stitched tree

interestingly, the back is closer to the tree I've been striving for

the short, choppy stitches are a truer likeness than the detailed, slightly curving stitches of the branches on the front

 

I'll work into it more, referencing the back to make the front

I've been drawing these kind of trees this week as well, and the short strokes are becoming second nature - hopefully that will translate into making stitch-marks as well

but then there's the matter of the lean...

it's always something