I’ve been traveling in regional Queensland and discovered that the internet connection urbanites take for granted isn’t always easily accessible. Or that if it exists at all, the speeds are reminiscent of the old dial-up days, meaning that uploading images involves a great deal of patience. There’s also been a great deal of driving and other delightful distractions…
Back at base now, I’m catching up. Apologies to the dear friends and fellow-bloggers who are subscribed to this blog and support me in this little project …
acetate, images of personal artworks cut and woven, acrylics
I can’t understand why people are frightened of new ideas.
I’m frightened of the old ones.
– John Cage
painted silk Habotai, textured card, acrylic paint, fragment of steel gauze
The noun of self becomes a verb.
This flashpoint of creation in the present moment is where work and play merge.
– Stephen Nachmanovitch
painted silk Habotai, textured card, cotton mosquito netting
Only a single line is needed to discover who is doing what.
– Paul Reps
stained and distressed canvas, acrylic paints, market basket fragment, sea shells, linen thread
Art’s a staple. Like bread or wine or a warm coat in winter.
Those who think it is a luxury have only a fragment of a mind.
Man’s spirit grows hungry for art in the same way his stomach growls for food.
– Irving Stone
water hyacinth fiber, rice paper, fragments from old straw sunhat, rayon ribbon, acetate, images of personal artworks cut and woven
Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.
– Pablo Picasso