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Thursday, 25 March 2010

Dainty Wrists and fussy confessions...


I have a new obsession...prettiness for the wrist. I cannot stop making cuffs.I have made smaller bracelets before but the bigger you get the more room for embellishment(which as much as I fight it; makes my heart sing)Are you a fussy maker?




I declare that I cannot stop myself...and this has nothing to do with the curse.My life would be so much easier if I made stylish minimalist wares that's pure simplicity displayed the confidence of their creator.My head spins with ideas and my poor worn hands cannot keep up with my changes of heart and mind.I add a bit here, add a bit there..I never know when to stop.


Well enough of my confessions and back to my new obsession.The thing I most love about wrist wear is that you as the wearer can enjoy it's beauty as much as your company.Like it's cousin the ring;you do not need to be glancing in a looking glass to admire it. I embarrassingly admit I have been so taken with looking at my wrist wear that I have not been looking where I was going and fell into a flowerbed in my garden! 
   




Well, I have started putting some of these creations into my little corner of Folksy so if you fancy having a peek, feel free.
Take care





Sunday, 14 March 2010

Don't be shy..


 There are people in this world that go to great lengths to draw attention to themselves;whether it be through their appearance or behaviour.And then are those that shy away from attention even though it follows them everywhere like an intrusive stranger.
I've known the Shy Sisters for as long as I can remember and although they are a truly captivating pair,they have never let me paint their portraits until now (and I was only allowed to paint their silhouettes)


This was to protect their anonymity and I really didn't have the heart to mention that this was a little too late as everyone knew of the sisters with the wild hair who were always surrounded by a flock of birds or swarm of butterflies! As I've got older I have trained myself not to be distracted by the beautiful wildlife frenzy that accompanies the sisters but as a child it was difficult to hide my delight and listen to their quiet words.   

I made these hanging decorations in quiet greens as a small token of my admiration for their naturally beautiful souls.  




Saturday, 6 March 2010

Book Ghosts - Part Two


I finally finished this piece...A while ago I shared some of the story which inspired it and now I can reveal the rest.Just in case you didn't hear the beginning;this is the previous post.
Well,we had got to the part where word had spread of the prince's spectacular library and so he received many requests to visit.Being a very private person he only allowed a select few maidens to visit, one of which was a young silken haired teacher called Pearla.
Now Pearla caught the eye of the prince and she agreed to be his wife. This astounded everyone including Pearla herself as she was known as a independent spirited woman who had no previous desire to marry.She convinced herself that it was love at first sight(and ignored the minor detail that it was the library not the man who she had fallen for)


Pearla married and lived happily with her prince in his castle for a year.Pearla spent her days in the library and would only see the prince in the evening when they met for dinner.As I've already explained, this was no ordinary library.
There was always a volume waiting for her which she would become lost in until the sun streaming through the glass roof would make her eyes heavy and she would fall asleep.In her dreams she was really living the adventures she had been reading of.They were so vivid and one constant was that her prince was always the leading man.He was passionate,brave,humble..all the qualities she admired most.But this was not mere fantasy; this was real...for Pearla, it felt more real.


What did it matter that her night time prince was cold and distant?she had fallen for her daytime prince.But after a year this was not enough.She wanted to see her prince at night and so crept to his chamber.
She was surprised to find the door slightly opened,so she knocked gently. After a minute or so silence she decided to go in.She was shocked to find herself in a small dark room with a solitary open glass case in the middle. Inside the case were six books,all of differing colours and sizes but all so beautiful in their own way.Pearla had forgotten why she was there and could think of nothing but her desire to hold one of the six books. It's cover was a whiteish gold and had a single white flower laying upon it.As she touched the flower it disappeared.She picked up the book which was light as a feather and as she opened it was hit by the scent of lilies and blinded by a lilac light. 


As you can guess poor Pearla was wife number six and it wasn't until wife number fifteen outwitted the wicked prince that he met his very deserved comeuppance.I always wondered what happened to the fourteen book ghosts..no one seemed to know.
This is my first Book Ghost painting which of course will be one of fourteen.I thought I'd start with Pearla as I always felt a real sadness that it was her love of learning that became her downfall.




Well I'm sure you're exhausted now listening to that tale so I will say my bye byes and dare I say HAPPY READING!
PS. The painting is available to purchase over at Folksy.
Love Gracie xx

Friday, 5 March 2010

An overdue thank you

I really enjoy reading about fellow maker's lives and their passions so I was especially honoured when some of those inspiring artists awarded me a sunshine award.Noodlebubble, Pipistrelle Crochet Design, MyBeadyEye and the lovely Wychbury were the generous givers and this is a delayed thank you to them all.
I have to admit I haven't chosen my twelve recipients yet(although not for lack of choice; more for my lack of organisation)
I will try very soon, I promise.
love Gracie xxx