Sunday, January 04, 2009
Gifts from and for friends...
Remember when I made a doll for a trade with an amazing young (10 years old) artist? Well I was lucky enough to have her here for a visit over the Christmas holidays.
She is an absolute delight, I enjoyed her company very much while she was here. She came all the way from Texas by car with her family and hand delivered the painting she made for me.
It is my favorite Christmas present.
I have another friend, Anne, she lives in Minnesota and is talented in so many different mediums. She draws, paints, sews, quilts, knits and most recently has taken classes in felting.
Such a wonderful surprise when this beautiful felted bowl landed all wrapped up on my porch. Am I lucky or what? The dimensions - 7 inches in diameter and 4 inches tall - or is that deep?
I love the colors and the flower in the bottom is the perfect touch. I really like how it feels in my hands. I can't adequately describe how pretty it really is in person.
And the detail... look at the outer edge, I think the next time we visit we just might have a felting day planned!
Last is the doll I just finished. This for a special friend I met not long ago.
The doll form is 5 inches tall and was made by Ronda Kivett, she also made the polymer clay face. Her doll forms and faces are available for purchase on her website if you would like one of your own to bead.
There are so many thoughts that ran through my mind while beading this form, thoughts of when I met this sweet person and the time we spent together. Many nice memories woven into these beads.
I don't know if she has somewhere she can stand the doll, so I added a loop to hang it up if she so desires.
Here she is - making herself at home in my new felted bowl.
Leaves of Grass
This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body - Walt Whitman