Monthly Archives: August 2009

Generations…

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 My grandson visited me this last June, and my daughter and I thought it would be fun to dress him up in his Great Grandfather’s baby clothing , worn during the mid 1920’s.  The little pants and shirt fit him exactly and I am so glad that we took the time to do this.  Its amazing how good the clothing showed up in the photo, and didn’t look nearly as frayed as it really is.  I love those big black buttons, and the little flannel pants are in perfect condition, which means they were probably worn only on special occasions.  Cabrin wasn’t really  in the mood to play dress up – at 8 months I think he did very well!  Just thought it would be fun to share!  We set up on my front porch to look like an old time kitchen using some of my primitive American pieces, (which I love.) 

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Here is a photo of the original owner of the clothing.  I wish I had a picture of him wearing the little suit!

A single drop of paint….

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How I love this sweet little drop of paint.  I like how it changes with each shot of the camera.  Imagine my surprise and delight when I found this accidental composition on the back of a piece of rolled up paper that had been left in a box near my work table.  I have tried many times to replicate the spontaneous quality, but it is illusive, much more complete than it appears at first glance.  When I first discovered it I asked my daughter if she had done it as she had been known to create miniscule compositions for others to find unexpectedly, but she denied any knowledge of this one.  I do remember the day I think it happened.  I was playing with watercolors; trying for the impossible, or so it seemed at the time, and leaving them  in frustration.  Weeks later I discovered the magical drop.  How could it look so complete, and only be an accident?  A perfect little drop of paint, slung from an over wet brush and landing on an upright surface at just the right angle that created something quite lovely in just a split second of time?  Like all found things, there is a mystery about it, a story that is unknown.  I’ve saved it for years, pulling it out when I need some inspiration, or the hope that creation really is a mystical process, and that accepting where I am in any given moment is important, and time will grace with with understanding!

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