serenDIPity

working in the studio for the sheer enjoyment of it often produces intriguing things

after months of purpose-driven work there has been an urge to mix it up a bit - this week a journey back to dipping dampened cloth into ink and watching the magic happen

hand-spun hand-woven linen in the neighbourhood of 115 years old

a mixture of Payne's grey and carbon black ink, diluted 

and a wide mouth canning jar

unrolling the linen later that day was a bit shocking... it had taken the ink in such an amazing way, the coarseness of the thread and the weave directing it to create spiky dark trees along the length of it

Yukon trees

immediately an old family photo came to mind, of my great-uncle's cabin on a lake not far from Whitehorse

water, a banked shoreline and again those spiky northern trees

 this one, taken by a friend a few years ago... the Yukon River on a misty August morning, just at the moment she heard my plane bringing me back to Salmon Arm taking off

art and life... 

wandering in and out of the studio throughout the day, looking, thinking -  pondering this stitch or that thread, a strong desire to add some small places of definition

just enough to enhance, to nudge the imagery here and there

nothing concrete yet but... 

it was a good day