[Nfb-krafters-korner] My newest blog

[River Woman]

That is true for all of us, Joyce!
We all need to give ourselves some pats on the back and some "well done's."
Lynda
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From: <Blindhands at aol.com>
To: <nfb-krafters-korner at nfbnet.org>
Sent: Sunday, July 07, 2013 2:36 PM
Subject: Re: [Nfb-krafters-korner] My newest blog


> How beautiful.  u have come a long ways since that day and climbed  over
> the obstacles   that have been thrown  in your path.   You have proven to
> yourself, "Yes, I can!"
>
> Joyce  Kane
> _www.KraftersKorner.org_ (http://www.krafterskorner.org/)
> Blindhands at AOL.com
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>
> In a message dated 7/7/2013 10:36:49 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time,
> riverwoman at zoominternet.net writes:
>
> Can you  remember when you first learned to use a needle and thread?
> In my latest  blog article, I talk about that day, with my mother at my
> side, gently  teaching me to do embroidery.
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> I will attach the link AND post the  article here below, too.
>
> Lynda
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> I  was thinking this morning about our influences, and how we got to where
> we are  today as artists.  Have you stopped to think about where the ideas
> come  from when you are creating your own  art?
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> I thought about the choices we  make. How do we decide what to create?
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> I immediately think  of  my MOTHER who patiently teaching  me to do
> embroidery when I was  a very young child.  We were  sitting side by side 
> in my
> GRANDMOTHER's kitchen.  She had purchased a kit. It consisted of a piece 
> of
> beautiful linen fabric, in white. There were three colors of embroidery
> thread: Light blue, dark blue, and silver gray.  I held those little 
> skeins of
> thread in my hands and moved them about to catch the light on them.  They
> seemed to shimmer as I turned them over and over again. They felt so 
> silky
> soft in my small hands. The colors seemed to me like they were magic; 
> they
> were the colors of the sky on a summer afternoon.
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> There  were two  more thing in my embroidery kit; there was a slender,
> sharp,  silver needle and a round metal embroidery hoop.
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> As I speak of  this day, I can still see my mother bending over me, and
> showing my how to put  my needle into the cloth, to push gently down on 
> it, and
> to bring it to the  back of the linen cloth. I searched for just the right
> spot where the needle  would be pushed into the back of the cloth, and 
> gave
> it a shove and watched it  pop up onto the front once again.
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> That feeling of pushing the  needle gently into the fabric, then pulling
> the blue thread so gently until it  was completely through the fabric was
> something that stays with me in my  memories after sixty years.
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> My imagination brings me once again  to feel the silken thread, the 
> tension
> of moving it from the top to the back  of the linen, and then the pull of
> bringing it back up to the surface.   It is a feeling of  the comfort of
> repetition  and the  solitude of working with fabric and thread.  It's a 
> quiet
> feeling that  gently comes to me when I remember  the slender  silver 
> needle
> in my  small fingers.  I was about 8 years old at that time.
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> This  afternoon lesson sitting with my Mother, is one of the many precious
> things my  Mother gave me. Did she  recognize that I was a child who was
> destined to  be a maker of beautiful things? Somehow, she must have known
> intuitively that  it was important to take the afternoon and spend it with 
> her
> oldest  daughter.  Did she know that she was teaching  me  a life  lesson 
> with
> three skeins  of thread, a delicate needle, and a piece of  ivory linen?
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> Today, I recognize that this was my first  "painting" lesson.  In the art 
> I
> am making these days, I am conscious  that I am PAINTING with a NEEDLE, 
> and
> the THREADS are the SPLASHES of COLOR,  my PIGMENTS.  Into this mix of
> fibers and threads, I add dashes of  natural gemstones; I gather things 
> from
> Nature that will be part of my  pictures.  And, not only are my THREADS 
> the
> strokes of the painting's  surface, so are the glass beads, the pearls, 
> the
> vintage objects, and the  crystals.
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> PICTURED  HERE:  Ilsa's Butterfly Garden, Mixed Media Painting on  Fabric.
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