Rustlings in the green....imagination, art, whimsy
Jul 15, 2014
Stitching a poem
A poem-making feeling comes over me as I am engaged in stitching these bits of cloth harvested from old sheets and clothes, some dyed/ stained with plants and berries.
This is about floating and windows and things passing by,like full moons ...
Professor's widow, mother of four, zannma to two. Grew up in Coral Gables, Florida, transplanted to Indiana at age 40, where I saw my first snow and learned to love wool. We homeschooled three of the kids, I helped to create a used bookshop ( Wabash River Books 1996-2005)and became an online bookseller. I started this blog in 2005 to share my mid-life artwork (primarily fiber), poetry and creative explorations. On March 18, 2006 my 20 year-old son Patrick died...and my world irrevocably changed.
On January 7, 2024, my beloved husband Paul Burkett died...and my world irrevocably changed.
I own 73 years now. Life is still very mysterious, magickal, beautiful and sweet and sad.
Patrick's dad, Paul Burkett, took up saxophone 6 months after Patrick died, making our garage 'Patty's Studio'and making music his healing path.
Hear his music,
PapaPatty's Soundcloud
I said goodbye to my beloved Paul on January 7, 2024. He was playing and composing until just days before he died.
Paul's obituary
1 Comments:
lovely simple cloth
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