Thursday, May 22, 2008

WHY?




Me hacen falta tantas cosas, bueno, no cosas, sino experiencias que anteriormente me producian pasion. Encontrarme, por ejemplo, de sorpresa con Diego Maqueira tomandose un cafe en la Plaza del Mulato Gil, pasar el verano a pata pelada en Vichuquen, cagarme, mearme de la risa con mis amigas en Santiago, caminar por los caminos de tierra del sur aspirando aromas que la dejan a una maravillada de un Dios tan perfecto. Solo se logra esto cuando se camina harto como en Chile. Echo de menos el azar de los encuentros, las vistas por las ventanas de las micros y el metro, los rostros caminando por el Paseo Ahumada.

La naturaleza es mi mayor atraccion. Pienso que el mayor desastre de una sociedad civilizada es el alejamiento de la naturaleza. Cuantos ninos no estarian mas sanos mentalmente si pasaran mas tiempo libres a la orilla del mar o un rio. Po experiencia ahi es donde me siento mas feliz, mas tranquila, mas plena.

La responsabilidad me tiene chata. Quiero ser libre otra vez, dejar de ser esclava del pinche dolar peso, comer fruta fresca, plantar mis vegetales, ir a pescar mariscos. Simplemente dicho, relajarse y desprenderse de esta esclavitud.

Al menos sigo con la mirada puesta en las bellezas y disfruto de lo visual aunque mi alma este un poco descompuesta.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

ENNUI


The weeks after my return have been a mixture of feelings. Although the sun is happy, the water in the pool is my favorite color and that one bird sings just for me outside my window, something seems amiss.

So my hands are my escape, mi desahogo.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

80 hours of labour







80 hours of labour
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue
Latest work. Huge amount of time and effort went into putting together this wall mobile since each circle was crocheted and then handstitched onto a felt circle then stitched again t along crochet strand for weight.

I will definitely keep this one since too many hours of work went into it to even start to put a price on it.

And this evening I begin another of my art dolls.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Work in Progress Crochet


What a week. Bernardita came over to stay for several days and we went all over looking for cottons and yarns to begin the knitting and crochet phase anew. I have decided I must stay away from looking at other people's work and concentrate on looking within to picture my own fantasies and illusions. Only in this way can I really bring out my TRUE expression and materilaize it. An inspired work is good once in a while but I feel it really misleads me and frustrates me more than satisfy my creative instinct.

I began this crochet mobile with an old piece of driftwood I sanded. Lots of different sized cotton crochet circles will become a hanging rainbow of colors over a door frame.

Outside my window, my garden speaks to me. The colors are almost fluorescent. Watering in the evening is a happy ritual.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Feedsack art dolls




Feedsack art doll
Originally uploaded by peregrine blue
Staying busy with my hands. Made Quiche for lunch today and settled back into my craft room to create this art doll inspired by the latest Selvedge Magazine. I had picked up an old feedsack quilt years ago at a Thrift Store that needed tons of mending and then decided against it, awaiting the right time to disassemble and give new life to the squares. Hopefully she will begin to come alive and I will give birth to a family. I just love how she turned out.

Also continuing with the Real Estate venture in the Carolinas and possible Northern California.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

FRIDAY, I'M IN lOVE


What could be better inspiration than my worldwide friends?

Another Poem found in a scrappy notebook

When I write poetry, I usually write in Spanish

AGUDO

Respondiste a mi por impulsos.
Todos fueron acertados.
Me despoje de todo,
entregue el alma para ser tu sueno
en tu dominio, naci de nuevo.

Vi como tu mitad nino queria irrumpir en lo nuevo,
llegar a lo mas alto
aunque implicara metar las manos al fuego.
Y te deje despojar mi tierra fertil,
hiciste de nuevo mi cuento adulto

Al final tu guerra interior
se aferro a tu miedo infantil,
el instinto animal se rindio ante el espino,
la bruma era demasiado densa para descifrar mensajes

Por todo lo que sentimos
en entrana, viscera, corazon y mente
nuestros cuerpos permanecieron,
ajenos a la humedad y al tacto
apenas rozandonos y siempre en huida
recordada como un sollozo
anos y anos de sollozo tras agudo sollozo