Yesterday's post was not only difficult to write but cathartic. I feel better about it. You guys help me so much. The pouring out of one's heart sometimes leaves it less than full, but your support and "love" fills it to burst.
I appreciate that very much.
I haven't had any problems with insomnia since I started riding my bike several months ago.
The exhaustion has kept it at bay and I fall into bed each night and sleep until morning.
We have the windows open because it is so gloriously cool and refreshing outside.
Last night at 2:36 I woke up because of a noise.
Heart pounding, I walked through the house.
Just Fred and Sadie snoring lightly.
I got back in bed and for the next 2 hours tried to go back to sleep.
You know when you try too hard, you just become more awake.
So, I entered my Dreamland Gallery.
It's the Art Gallery where I install my artwork and workout designs and demons.
Last Night's Show was titled Eating Your Words.
It consisted of dolls with little landscapes displayed on acrylic boxes set onto oak pedestals.
The show was interactive with the audience, who were encouraged to write their own words on squares of fabric that could be dropped into the acrylic boxes and would later be sewn by "the Artist" (hey, that's me!) into quilts.
The dolls were made from fabric and were on felt landscapes- like one doll was feeding a word pie to a dog across the neighbors fence with a tree standing nearby.
The tree was perfectly rendered in fabric and wool felt. The fence was made from fabric with a wood grain appearance. The dog was happily wagging his tail and up on his hind legs, begging for the pie. [It appeared to be a Jack Russel which our neighbors don't have.]
Another doll was riding an old-fashioned velocipede bicycle and looking back as an anthropomorphic pink telephone ran after it. The telephone was running on it's little legs as fast as it could. The bicycle had a basket filled with cupcakes with words written all over the paper liners.
[I have been trying to imagine how they create those paper cupcake liners- like the sort of machine it would take to do that and why doesn't the Arts & Crafts store sell those- then I could make my own designs!]
I know that your dreams help your subconscious work out the daily input of images and information, but really, I was awake.
Then I had to wonder if these were good ideas?
Wouldn't it be cool?
It's still amazing to me, after so many years, that people want what I make.
The little Hazel witch doll was so fun and I guess my inner doll maker is trying to tell me that it wants to get busy.
I have been working on dying fabric and playing really with a new process. I will blog about it soon, as I am still in "the process". Today looks like another great day for it!
The dye has been thickened with sodium alginate and can be painted with a paintbrush. I am trying out stencils and all sorts of things. I am taking pictures and will post about it soon.
I was looking forward to another Piemaker Night and I have more granny smiths and galas ready to go into another tart apple, BUT, on the site I saw that the next episode is Nov 14. It's gonna be a long week...but still there is pie. ahh, sweet pie. I promise I won't put any words in it. Just gruyere on top!
*** the noise that woke me up last night? Raccoons tipping the trashcan over. We use bungee cords to keep them from lifting the lids, but one of them must have knocked it down and then rolled it over to the fence where I found it this morning when I took Miss Sadie out.***