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October Loomin’ Time !

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 11:20 am on Monday, October 15, 2007

websittingangel.jpgAnother new friend and I exchanged emails, complete with pictures of craft projects. Trish makes art quilts and silver jewelry. Her pendant is lovely. I don’t feel so bad about having so many interests since I’ve been talking to several quilters through The Quilt Show website. Seems that many of us have a bent to dive into different crafts.

After I wrote her last, I Googled up some inexpensive small portable looms. I don’t know, maybe I should just leave well enough alone. I’m writing, quilting, constructing a soft doll and have put the stained glass tools aside for now. Why do I want to purchase another machine to start another hobby? Nevertheless this one Knitter’s loom looks interesting because it will take all the fancy lumpy yarns and I can make all kinds of fabric; for doll clothing, bits to fit into quilts as well as making simple cloth. It’s so very tempting. Ho my oh my ! At least it would be good for making Christmas gifts.

One of my daughter-in-laws owns a toy store. Because of that, I’ve become the book grandms or the Amozon.com gift certificate grandma. That’s why I’m trying to make the soft sculpture doll. I’ve already made a couple teddies from an old quilt to cover a couple birthdays. My birthday is next month; maybe I’ll buy myself that little loom and add the floor stand so I could leave it up. It would be a good evening activity, in front of the TV.  After OldeLar died, I made allot of weird decisions, like selling my small $39.99 loom. However, the newer ones seem more efficient, so maybe a new one is a good thing. The warp was very hard to prepare on the old one. This new one comes with the ability to prepare the warp on the underside of the loom. Cool, huh ?Listen to me making up excuses and rationalizing. You’d think that somebody was telling me not to get it. Did I tell you that I’m trying to loose weight with Weight Watchers. I think I’m replacing one habit with another . . . but crafting is constructive; produces good things. Right?I like that it’s portable. I would finally have something to work on with painting friends that meet once a week down at the local art center.  I use to paint with them, but art quilts are impossible to take along. All my pieces are pinned to a design wall. Dear friends, what should I do ?  Oh oh oh oh  !  I’m only teasing. You know I’m going to purchase the little Knitter’s loom. It’s good to turn it over and around, in my brain, even if I know I’m going to get it. At least I’m sure I’ll use it and almost know where I’ll set it up. Just need to move the sofa over a couple of feet.

I still have not set up the quilting system, the one that takes up a whole eight-foot table. Maybe after the Thanksgiving meal is cleared away ?  We have Christmas at another home. Okay, but then where will I work on stained glass projects ?  Hmmm ! ? ! ?
  Craft On !
 
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Growing Exponentially !

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 3:56 pm on Friday, September 14, 2007

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     Another Monday and I’m overwhelmed by all I’ve gotten myself into. Today I will work on this new blog and then on another head for the soft sculpture doll, my twelfth try to make a reasonable head and face. I’m going to throw away all the wrong ones. They are not usable in any witch (hag, crone, wizard) way – ho ho ho !

So what else has happened since I last talked to y’all ?

A new church – my son and wife changed churches and I decided to follow so we could be together. I didn’t attend their last church because I didn’t want to help start a new church. I don’t have the strength and energy to participate as much as would have been needed. Because of Tim&Michelle’s special needs child, Abby, they found that out also. It’s nice being together again. I’ll be joining a new choir and new Sunday evening Bible study this week. Bought the book already. All this means more new friends. After attending my new church this past Sunday, I drove over to the village of the former church, and had lunch with the old crowd. I have a feeling I’ll be doing that at least once a month. That’ll be nice.

I’m working steadily on editing the old Wishwood book. I just want to give it a thorough going over before I send it out into the world, again. Remember it’s already been around the world a couple of times. I’m asking both writing groups to read it. I did a major re-write of chap one between the Wadsworth group and Hudson group, and anticipate having more changes to make when the Hudson group gets back to me next week.  Believe it or not, I like rewriting.

As I indicated above, construction on the soft doll got bogged down. Even though the hands were difficult; the head/face is the most difficult. No wonder there’s a whole book on making faces.

The photos of the Morning Glories represent a summer of waiting. First the spring drought in May and June kept buds from setting, and then a grand series of thunderstorms throughout July and early August flooded many areas in Northeast Ohio and caused buds to drop. Finally, now in September, a glorious profusion of cool colors have draped themselves across the trellises and even climbed the tall stalks of some unexpected sunflowers. Today I had to prop up one heady bunch with a long handled shovel.  If they can avoid the frost until at least Halloween, we shall have that explosion of blooms I’ve been waiting for since mid summer.

I’ve made a new friend.  Gloria and I met through a fairly new art related website named theQuiltShow.com .  There are over twenty thousand of us just getting to know eachother since this new website started this past spring. I’ve been pleasantly surprised with how friendly the quilters have been that I’ve contacted. Getting to know Gloria brought to mind a fascinating subject; creative people continue to develop their imagination and inventive mind set well into their latter days. Even as our bodies break down we continue to form new thoughts and ideas. We change mediums or how we approach a subject, but we carry on. We may even grow exponentially.

 Bill reigns from his motorized wheel chair. Muscular Dystrophy put him there, but he’s had so many careers I can’t keep track of them all. I do know that he’s designed various advertising models and consulted on many more. I know him through my writer’s groups for poetry and children’s books.

Macular Degeneration stole MerrieLu’s eyesight, her ability to drive or paint. We met in the art society years before she was declared legally blind. She now writes with the help of an enlarging feature on her computer.

My new friend, Gloria, says she has fuzzy thinking and needs a wheelchair to help get around, but she just down loaded Corel Draw and Photoshop so that she can increase her ability to design original quilts; art quilts as well as the traditional geometric variety. I’m jealous of her long arm quilting machine accompanied by an adjustable height and swivel seat.

Me, I just get tired easily because of fibromyalgia and a poor ticker. I love to read and do, but I must create to feel vital. However, I can’t wait to read Jim’s manuscript in total. That’s going to be a real treat. Anybody would be thrilled to read a novel a friend had just finished writing. That’s part of the creative process, for it will be a critical read.

A few synonyms for the word vital are fundamental, critical imperative and essential. Creating keeps us vital and is vital to our lives . .  all of us, even those of you who keep telling me that you can’t draw a straight line. (Use a ruler.)  Thank goodness, retirement does not mean the end of things to most of us. In this millennium it means new beginnings. Nobody goes home to lie down and die anymore, unless they really want to. Especially for those of us that have the habit of creating, aging gives us the freedom to try new things.

I asked Ginny to edit this piece before I launched it. She and her husband, Bob, keep a huge garden, both into their seventies, and through the hospital for a variety of pumps and levers. She cans, freezes, cooks and keeps me in greens. He digs, transplants and wrote the most ingenious poem about the lowly spud. His background is in school administration. Who knew the principal could pen fresh rhyme.


                         SOLANUM TUBEROSUM
  

Staple of the Inca Kingdom.

Transported East on Spanish ships

Then throughout the world on later trips.

Either red, white, yellow or blue,

In different shapes and many a hue.

 

Growers like and praise its adaptability

To many climates, soils and terrains.

Cooks prize and use its versatility

Providing more sustenance than grains.

 

Sliced, diced, boiled or baked in foil,

Browned, creamed, balled or whipped,

Sometimes mashed, hashed or fried in oil,

Used for pancakes, puddings and often chipped.

 

In cookbooks with an international flavour

Are recipes for the gastronome to savour.

Stovies, rakutt krumppli, himmel und erde

Bubble and squeak, boxty and letruffade,

Roisti, potetboller and brunede kartoflen,

Stuvad potatis and sebakken aardappelen.

 

Named pomme de terre, pratat and peruna,

It is still an aardappel and burgonya,

Also called potatis, kartoffel and krumpli.

No argument here, a prattie’s a tattie.

Colloquially known as a spud or patate,

In English potato is how they translate.
                                                 Robert Truman © 2007


 
Creating involves one in a process of hundreds and/or thousands of minute decisions; mind bending, reason altering and changes of viewpoints with jumps of faith thrown in to confound and mesmerize. With all these brain synapses going on you might think that sleep was out of the question, but sleep brings problem solving dreams or fresh visions.
Arland is 75. He’s building a new home for his wife and himself. Yes, he built the house they live in now. It’s a  nice big home, but . . . well, the truth be known, he really just wanted to make another one. He found the trees, had them cut down, sawn into beams and other lesser boards and is kiln drying all this lumber in a contraption he put together himself. I’m fascinated; a house from scratch. Oh yes, Arland’s 71 year old wife, Suzie, is getting her first book ready to send to a publisher. DeckGlories07.JPG 

  

   

   

I’m Happy !

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 1:50 pm on Wednesday, July 25, 2007

I’m fine, truly the best I’ve been since OldeLar died. Its taken me 7½ years and the right little house to get over Lar’s “leaving.”  I love where I am; figuratively, emotionally, and spiritually.
I like keeping up my blog. It challenges me to write something each month. I don’t create objects de’ art  fast enough to have something complete and worth photographing, but I’m always working on something. Right now it’s the stained glass angel design, and teddy for Nathan’s 9th birthday. I made on for Abigail’s 6th

birthday a few months and Nathan just loved it.
I’m comfortable and loosing weight with Weight Watchers. Taking enough supplements so that my palpitations and aching muscles are getting more or less manageable (Fibromyalgia).
Most important, I’m finally happy to be living alone. Finding the right house has made a huge difference. I’ve still lots of trees and bushes to put in, but it’s coming along. Making MY house MY way turns out to be one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done. I didn’t know that’s what I wanted to do until I started doing it.
Its not the most fantastic house; it’s just right for me.  I think that I told you there was only one tree on the half-acre lot when I first saw the house in March of 06.  I love trees and have planted six since I moved in a year ago June.  I’ve two tiny Blue Spruce in a bucket that I’ll let grow together, for now their roots are intertwined. They can stay there for a couple of years before I set them out. And the last of the twig Maples that I hauled from the former lot is still in it’s pot.  There are several large crocks full of daylilies, daisies, hostas and wild strawberries. I’ll get them in the ground someday. Good thing container gardening is popular, so no one knows I’m kind of behind.

I’m happy. It’s really nice being happy. I never thought it would happen to me.  

The stainless steel sink with side drain sits in the basement. Haven’t yet nailed down the lad who can help me install it, but I found a bunch of ceramic tiles in the garage the other day and set them aside. So I’m getting closer. Yes !

I’ve been here a year and of course I still have a few things in boxes. What else is new ?  I think I’ll always have a few things in boxes; that’s life. It’s too much trouble to pull all the stuff out, purchase shelves and sort it all. I’m simply labeling the boxes as I stack them on top of another. Done.  

The Morning Glories I planted this spring are growing slowly; perhaps flowers by mid August but then they’ll continue through Halloween. Next year I’ll choose some permanent vines to install outback and in front; probably Clematis plus roses; maybe the trumpet vine. White Flower Farm sells some fun combos. I already placed a purple clematis under the flowering crabapple so it will grow into the branches of the tree and give a second display of blooms. That’s one of WFF suggestions.

Those of you who have been with me for a few years, know that I called my former four acre treed lot, Wishwood, also writing a children’s book by the same name. I needed something completely different for this treeless place and to indicate another new start in life. I’ve come up with a name pulled from something new and something old.  My two-year-old Cavalier pup’s official title is Sir Charles Copper Gaylord.  My mother’s maiden name and my middle name is Gay.  I present to you, Gaylord’s Garden.  So there’s still plants in pots, and stuff in boxes; its home.  In any case its time for that deck party.

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Mother’s Day Dreams

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 11:18 am on Sunday, May 13, 2007

Pineview Deck-07.jpgI haven’t written for my blog since March 23rd. Life has been busy, but it didn’t seem worth writing about, however, life is what I’m here to write about.

I’ve been to see both the Princes Di and the Monet exhibits. Interesting.  The dogs got out while I was at glass class one Monday night. Found out what great neighbors I have. And I’m trying hard to paint. However, the most wonderful happening was receiving Matt’s request to read and critique six chapters; a first draft of a novel he’s writing. I’m so happy that he’s writing and honored that he asked for my input. That responsibility has taken many intense hours full of the gnashing of teeth and belly laughs . . . time well spent.

My calendar is so full that I’m trading events. I sacrificed two excellent art society demos for the five Monday night glass classes that will be over next week. Sometime later this summer there will be an intermediary class I will take.

I’m glad that I took a year off from painting, however developing watercolor paintings is as difficult as it was before. It’s hard to say if I’m glad I’m back into it, because it’s so rough for me. Painting is a huge problem solving challenge. I know this difficulty is partly responsible for throwing me into art quilts and now into stained glass. But I’m back and in over my head, again. Sometimes you just have to drown.

After much sole searching I decided to go back to work for my portrait photography friend. If nothing else, it’s something different to do a couple times a months. I entertain children while Kathie snaps and snaps and snaps. We’re a good team. As long as my health continues to improve it shouldn’t be a problem, which brings us to Weight Watchers. I’ve been monitoring my food with WW’s point system for almost two months. Can’t say I’ve lost much; 11lbs, but I like how I’m feeling and know that a snail’s pace is still progress.

Because I’ve developed so many food sensitivities, in my old age, it’s kind of not an option. I probably had all these sensitivities all along, but the terrible and drawn-out grief my husband’s death thrust me into, threw my physiology way out of whack. Each food allergen’s effect has doubled, at least. Hence, no citrus, (that may mean no vitamin C also), wheat, barley (gluten), nor the nightshade veggies; tomato, potato, peppers or eggplant. And I have to be careful with rice. I’ve mentioned all this before, but it’s become quite clear that these food items also affect how I loose weight. Ya see, I allowed just a wee little bit in, and gained three pounds. Uuuugh !     Out they go !

My contractor is finishing the huge deck pictured at the  head of today’s post. It’s about 820sqft; two levels and a pergola from which to hang lots of plants. Mmm good. This is the culmination of a long awaited dream. The back yard needs only a Koi pond  to complete the dream, but I haven’t yet figured out how to afford another big project. Time & money ?.

My first year in the Methodist Church choir was okay. They did lots of old hymns and a few schmaltzy songs. The group was small and many had little experience. I think we sounded acceptable when we were given good music. I also think that we could have been challenged a lot more than we were. It’s one of the issues I have with the choir. However, because the stained glass project came up, I’m happy to be where I am, and so I guess I’ll hang in with the choir. I might visit the local Lutheran church my neighbors attend this summer just to save gas. When I was just eighteen years old, a Lutheran church hired me to sing; $5 a Sunday. That seems so funny now, but it was a good experience. Because I’ve moved around so many times, and subsequently attended different churches, I’ve been privileged to sing in many different Christian sanctuaries. There are lots of good churches. I usually only contribute by joining the choir, but this time I’ve been presented with the brand new challenge of creating stained glass window ornamentation. I did not have some long drawn out desire to learn how to make leaded glass windows. The whole concept came over me as if it was offered, or presented by the Holy Spirit. That’s what I like to believe. The beginner projects are not noteworthy, but I can see in the simple step by step lessons we’ve been going through in class, some grand possibilities. Think about it; I put aside art quilts without a second thought.  I knew where the glass shop was.  I had heard several times over the years that the owners of Leaded Glass II were mean and difficult. My inner voice urged me to ignore these rumors. Joseph and Kayla, his helper, are fine, pleasant people who seem to know what they are doing and are very willing to pass it along. It’s been a very worthwhile experience. It will be awhile before I get to designing my own creations in glass, but I like what I see ahead of me.
It’s possibly a tad brash to publish these thoughts and ideas on the web, since I barely finished one art quilt before I broke into glass. Nevertheless, I can see watercolors and computer-generated images transformed into stained glass. You may remember the design, The Arc. It will translate into glass as well as fabric. Last night before I fell asleep, I saw “windows” hanging from the pergola that Bob is building on the newly finished deck, and then I saw glass panels hanging in the front yard. Next, I remembered the three thousand dollar French doors with the stained glass pattern of leaves and flowers I’d seen in a catalogue.    Mmm, mmm mmm !  Forrest_Deep.jpg

I think I’m going to have a good time transforming a few of the Wishwood illustrations into glass creations.

This life is a very interesting journey.

Life Styles of the Anomalous & the Anonymous

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 9:47 am on Friday, March 23, 2007

CraftShop-Color.jpgWell crew, we’re all in this boat, euphemistically speaking. I think somebody installed a rollercoaster while I wasn’t looking; for here I am at the top of a precipice, looking down at disaster, starting to fall, again. The boat is rocking and I fear that I will not only fall, but fall out . . . into nothingness . . , meaning I have no idea where I’ll land.  If I die I’ll land in heaven, but it’s this life that is so precarious.

The artist’s life is full of pitfalls because of the myriad of tiny decisions that one must make to bring a project to fruition. Will this decision make or break this painting ? . . . Yep, that color wash made a complete mess . . .  You remember that I’d discovered the wonderful computer program that helped me design pictures ?  The above graphic shows forth it’s worth. The problem came when I started to paint. I did the first work in blues to get a feel for the values and center of interest; a good preliminary step. The next step introduced color whence came a flood of problems.  I’ve gone through four sheets of watercolor paper so far. Each painting has something I like, but the majority of each work crashed. Finally, I remembered a quote from Frank Web’s book, Web On Watercolor  =  

“The way of painting is the way of trial and error. There is no shortcut. Each of us starts from zero and cannot resume where another left off. Each false start, each utter failure, is part of the fabric of an art career. If you do not have the grit to confront your own ignorance and if you are not willing to ruin acres of paper, you are in the wrong field.

Few pursuits are so dependent on the self. Painting is a fight for a personal life. Today our culture is dominated by mechanical and electronic triumphs that foster mass production, mass media, and mass values. This culture can brutalize one’s sense of a personal life. The painter is a silent rebel among all these depersonalizing forces.”

My daily journal and a by-monthly artist’s blog address the issues in Web’s quote. I may need solitude to paint as well as to write, but I also need contact with others. Some of you may be artists (painting, writing, crafting). Some of you simply understand the need for personal expression. I believe we create our own life styles; choosing things to do and groups to do things with. We’re all in a creative endeavor. Few simply allow things to happen.

OldeLar refused to have wallpaper in his home, but loved his LazyBoy chair and chose his morning newspapers very carefully. Also, he would not allow any of my paintings to hang in his home office. Thusly he thought he was not participating in creation. At first his behaviors insulted me, but later I came to realize that he feared the ”arts.” That one is hard to explain, but I understood that he was trapped in his left brain. Interestingly, I am fairly even brained. I use to tease him about that, jovially, to try to explain to him how his lofty left-brained censorship truly caused him to miss out. I think he feared the arts in a jealous way; not that he’d have allowed that explanation. If he kept my paintings out of his office where he did his important international patent work, the artwork could not compete for a visiting client’s attentions.

OldeLar loved Blue Grass music and took me to many local concerts and to Merle Fest in NC where I gathered photographs and painted several successful works, oBluegrassBand.jpgne especially for his birthday. Even that picture did not make it into his office. After Lar died, I gave that painting to a good friend. Yes, it hurt, even if I did understand. Maybe OldeLar taught me how much we truly do create our own life style.

You can’t get away from it. Mr. Web said if we couldn’t go through acres of paper we were in the wrong business. How does that translate into a “regular” life ?  = You’ve got to kiss a lot of frogs; reach out and touch lots of people; try new things and not be afraid of all the messes you make before achievement; if only in a personal way. I know that cash on barrelhead keeps the motor running, but personal fulfillment actually comes first. You sell what you’re good at.

An acquaintance asked me not to send her anymore emails about the war. She’s “agin it”. I’ve another friend that sends me all kinds of political stuff. I read some of it, delete some of it and pass a very few along. Politics is not my bailiwick. According to my beliefs I am choosing not to make it part of my life style and probably am missing out on something, but I can’t put my finger on what that might be, ho ho ho. We each sensor what we take in and what we leave out. That’s a given. There’s too much to take in . . . so we choose . . .  assemble a life . . .  a style . . .

The fifth attempt was the charm for “Harbor Craft”, a transparent watercolor on 300lb cold pressed paper.

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It’s time for me to go wrestle another acre of paper.  

See you in the funnies. 

A VALUED DISCOVERY

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 10:17 am on Saturday, February 24, 2007

ToyStoreB&WPhoto.jpgDear Friends,                    
Last week I showed my watercolor class a computer designed value study (black, white plus a couple shades of gray). Well, I suddenly discovered that the design can be taken apart. This opens up major possibilities for redesigning. Here’s what I did next.

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Above is the original blac&white photo of the exterior of a toy store on Cape Cod. The right hand image is the initial result of the computer’s value study achieved through one of the ancillary programs in the Corel suite of design programs. I only own a #9. Corel has produced upgrades above #15. It’s true they do keep sending me up-dates to improve my older schematics, but the ability to take the values apart may have been there all along and I just discovered it. In any case, I’m thrilled.

Below is what I arrived at after playing around with the value shapes. I “played around” with them for hours discovering different ways I could manipulate the pieces and parts. ToyStoreB_WDesign.jpg
I am so excited about this design tool. Before, it would have taken multiple sheets of paper, pencils and erasers to achieve this outcome. I do need to clean up the giraffe’s head, but I’m sure you get the idea even if it’s a bit raggedy. I will leave in some of the bits, Bett’s style, ho ho ho, and the tiger does need some of his stripes back.

After translating designs into a pleasing value study, one then adds color keeping within the suggested values of the gray scale.

Many who read this blog may not be into art, but I hope that you can still appreciate the thrill of discovery. This breakthrough came about opportunistically (a God thing) just as I was building a proposal, for my church, to create decorative stained glass pieces to hang over a number of transoms in our sanctuary. This value study method should help implement any design process. I still need to visit the stained glass shop. That should be another adventure. I’ve not cut glass but once before in my life. Anyway that’s what’s been happening here on the home front.
                   Sincerely Having Fun, 
                                   Jane

A Good Month

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 11:45 am on Thursday, February 1, 2007

TankFeb2_07.jpgDear Friends, sorry I missed posting something for January, but I’ve two pieces being critiqued in a few days, one an essay called “Soft Abuse”, and the other a short memoir; “The Best Laid Plans”.  

The first month of this year, went well. I figured out a good furniture arrangement for the great room/studio and when Patty came to clean, she helped me move the furniture into place.

I did take-off two weeks to go through bronchitis, but I haven’t had a upper respitory illness for three years because of the Zinc lozenges. I’ve only a little cough and a touch of laryngitis that I can sing over for short periods, so I’m back in the choir. I’ve been sticking to my diet and the scale has proven it. So all in all, yes, January has been a good month, a good beginning to a new year.

Today I shall grace the doorway of a local Curves. I’m scarred to death. Just last night I had a forty-five minute heart episode, but I’d also missed taking my supplements for two days. That’s a big no no. I’m trying to get them in first thing in the morning, with the coffee-milk; . . .  ritual . . .  habit.

Trying to make a new regimen a habit is a big bug-a-bo with me. “They” say that if you do something for three weeks, 21 days, it will become a habit. Don’t believe it. I’d say it’s more like three months, and even then I still have to think about it. It took me over a year to whittle my food down, to cut out all the allergens, and then begin to pick up a new way to eat. You may recall that I had to cut out citrus, wheat, rice, tomato, potato, peppers, and eggplant. Eggplant was no problem, and I’ve been able to add brown rice and light brown rice, once a week.

Fruit is my new best friend. Bananas; I’ve always liked them, but now I make an effort to have at least a half a day. Unsweetened cranberry juice is the new lemon. A fist full of nuts enhance the top of the cottage-cheese-pineapple-sundae I have most every day for lunch. I’ll not bore you with more detail, but I will reiterate that it took a year to make these changes.

Loneliness still nips at my heels. I don’t like going out repeatedly to keep in touch because I’m a home body. I think that’s part of why I keep this blog. It helps me reach out, and I again, invite you to write back.

Yesterday, I cleaned the fish tank and selected a new teddy bear pattern. I’d already washed and dried a raggedy quilt I plan to use to make this new addition to my collection.

I poured copious amounts of the nutrient rich fishwater on all my house plants. This summer masses of containers will flow with lush growth because of this rich goldfish water. I’ve plans to install an even bigger tank. The current one is 36 gallons. Can you imagine a hundred gallon container . . . on wheels, so it can sit out on the deck; April through Thanksgiving. Anything in between is only a baby step; not worth the trouble.

Ah yes, the old house finally closed and now my plans for the huge multi level deck off the back of my little ranch will come to fruition.  That’s where the container garden will grow and flourish and the XXL fish tank will rest.

Afternoon tea at Jane’s, out on the deck in good weather. Might you stop by ?  Maybe its just a dream; a pleasant dream, my dream and so I’m allowed. Do come by. Bring a small job. I’ll help, or we can play double solitaire . . .  or just sip our tea in communal harmony while gazing out the wall of windows onto the sparkling landscape, and dream in green.

Yours Truly,      Jane
 
  

 

 

 

November Dashes In !

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 12:26 pm on Friday, November 3, 2006

WISHWOOD LOGO-websize.jpgThis little logo represents a lifetime of creative processes for me. I’ve not succeeded monetarily, nor in popularity, but I love what I’ve created, so I keep on dreaming, envisioning and going through a progression. I’ve changed mediums several times; crewel embroidery, weaving, wood painted in acrylics with folk and tole-art, watercolor on paper, painting through Corel Draw and now fabric collage.
Writing poured out concurrent with the tactile creations, emerging as rich and diversified as my favorite crazy-quilt style.
All my various endeavors have come together in the pages of the book, Wishwood, Tales From the Gate Cottage. No publisher yet; knock on wood. It’s hard to give up on THE BOOK. It’s not just that I’ve twenty years invested in the project, but I love the stories, the characters. I own them all. If I didn’t purchase a teddy, I made them, plus the wood dwarf dolls. Heck, I made Aunt Jane. Then I illustrated the scenes in pencil, pen & ink, watercolor and through Corel Draw. Now I’m going to make quilts that come right out of the Gate Cottage, the one I live in.
I enjoy church and the accompanying choir. My writer’s groups are precious and many long time friends are in the art society. Looks like there will be new friends within the quilting world. All of this is good; however, THE DREAM emanating from the Dragon Isles has raised it’s head again. So what do I do ? 

My dreams are on the fringes of paradise. A couple of weeks ago I had another sleepless night that spent itself meandering. While falling in and off the edge of sleep I saw a new concept quilt. This quilted wall hanging has two panels, one hanging freely behind the other. It’s title is “Tree of Life,” and it has a theme song - “Morning Has Broken.” The background is simply the sunrise, a sun lit sky from the clean yellows of the hidden orb up through pure Cobalt blues plaited in cloudy wisps. The foreground is the Tree of Life. I’ve chosen the sycamore tree for it’s variegated, multicolored bark and giant dinner plate sized leaves. I’ll put a hole in the trunk where baby squirrels are born each spring. In the canopy I’ll blend landscapes; a sea-scape, city-scape, meadow and mountain.
And the dream goes on. Wish me luck, and ask a couple Angels to whisper in my ear to help me keep my balance.
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My first post; no foolin’ around, April 1st!

Filed under: Artist — Jane Gay Sahr at 8:04 am on Saturday, April 1, 2006

Good morning world. I’m so happy to be out and about in the great big world of blogs. First, thank you Matthew (my son) for setting this all up for me. I know it will take me some time to learn how to use my new toy, but I shall perservere. I’m looking forward to posting my dreams as well as what I’m able to accomplish. Some projects are in flux, or in process for long periods of time, but there’s always something in progress. That translates into, half baked, kneading it or allowing it to rise. Maybe that’s not much of a translation, but if you’ll stick with me I Hope that we can exchange cheerful recipes for life.  

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