More images that just “spoke to me”. And no, I did not speak back. Well, maybe just a thought or two…
Maybe I should start a contest, and you can tell me what the hell is going on inside my head!
Remember though, I carry a big stick.
I wish I knew the creator of this photographer. If it is yours, I salute you.
I think he drinks English Breakfast tea, don’t you?
Write a drabble about our tea drinking blue bird.
A couple of months ago I recklessly announced that I was going to take up needle felting. I even purchased a beginner’s kit and started to collect “inspirational” photos on Pinterest, before procrastination set in; and a good dose of the fear of failure.
However, I have a dream… yes, indeed a dream. I want to make a “village” of little people and anthropomorphic animals for Petite Fille to play with. Of course, they will be so exquisite they will become a treasured family heirloom.
Late Friday night, which is always the best time to start a new project, I started to make this lovely lady. Flamingo Dancer being Flamingo Dancer, I started at what I found out half way through was an intermediate level project, but after one failed attempt with the head where she ended up looking more like a seal than a mouse, by Sunday night I was ready to announce “She’s alive, she’s alive!”
As I was “needling” her (this is so the perfect craft for me, as I needle Mr FD so well!) I am sure that she told me her name was Grandma Maude, but no doubt Petite Fille will have her own ideas.
Spurred on by my own brilliance, late Sunday night I started this gentle Forest Gnome. One arm appeared a little shorter than the other early on, which led Mr FD to name her Thalidomide Child, but eventually all appeared to come right to an acceptable degree.
I customised the patterns a little, as when Daughter1 found out (because I announced it so loudly) that I was making the play set for Petite Fille, she asked for “props” to allow for creative play. So, Grandma Maude got a basket, which I carefully crafted without any instructions. Such artistic talent!
While not a “prop” exactly, I did add hair in a braid to the Forest Girl Gnome, so that her hat could be taken off when she is inside. The instructions said to just felt the hat to the head, so I had to improvise a little to make the hat fit around the head and be able to come off.
I have some wool ordered to make mushrooms, and so I think I will make “Mother Mushroom” next. She will have a red and white spotted cap of course!
All very therapeutic, and I did gain a sense of success right from the outset, which as a teacher I know is important to support motivation and learning. Not so therapeutic though, when the needle goes into a finger however. The odd bit of my blue blooded DNA is now on some of the wool for future generations wishing to clone me! Win, win all around, I say!
There is a wetlands garden between the two precincts.
And this guy is called the Caller, for the obvious reasons!
Now, regular reading of the fabulous Flamingo Dancer are aware of my stick list – a list of the people who I am going to hit on the last day. That last day may be my last day at work, or anywhere, or life itself, but cross me and emblazoned you will be. GOM made the list this week for saying the dino bride looked like his mother in law (I am the perfect mother in law, naturally. Ask anyone, I will tell you.)
So, can you imagine my joy when I cam across this little guy sitting in his acrylic display box, in a corner? Be still me beating heart.
It was a red letter day for this Flamingo Dancer. Of course this guy doesn’t have the flair and beauty of my stick, but the knowledge that one has created a cultural icon that others aspire to recreate is soul stirring, and ego building, to say the least!
Back to the more mundane art of the common people
Sorry, I didn’t get the details on this pair, as some Asian tourists kept lining their family up in front of the catalogue card and so I just moved on for their safety. (I knew where the stick was by this time and was not adverse to breaking the glass in an emergency).
Flatland is a perfect representation of middle class Australia, where the houses remain all the same to this day. Street after street, suburb after suburb.
Sorry the colour is not accurate, but it was the gallery lighting, a point and shoot camera and no flash.
Just a step to the left outside the gallery is the roof top garden. (I am guessing the rooftop is to the car parking garage!)
Saturday we are hanging out with a bunch of monks, so that should make for some interesting reading…
The whimsy of Pennie Pomroy just makes me happy.
and of course. we all know, that life in the country is just like this!
An artistic interlude while we are on the move…