The feelings they had for one another were strictly forbidden by order of the queen, and frankly previously unimaginable within the context of their bee hive hierarchy, but the two worker bees loved one another. They met secretly each day in the blueberry bush, 53 lengths southwest of their hive.
drawing
This is how my dog looks with her hair brushed and a little make up on.
rabbit again
Rabbit was grinding her coffee and muttering some grumpy morning litany to the squirrel digging in her lettuce patch just outside her window, when she noticed one of the eggs was missing. She found it cracked open in a splash of sunlight on her kitchen floor. The floor cried out for a vigorous sweeping, but that could wait. Inside the pale brown egg was an odd little acorn like seed, with a slender oaken body and a fancy scaled cap. Rabbit took the seed out to her garden and placed it in one of the holes squirrel had just dug in her lettuce patch. “Hmmm...” thought Rabbit, “I wonder what will grow there?”
a compulsion
I cannot help myself, after finishing the Anemone piece (with it’s countless grey nubs), I am making nubs in other colors. I am sewing and stuffing, turning and pinching, little pale pink, off white, velvety brown, and rusty red nubs. It is ridiculously satisfying, as a typically 2 dimensional artist, to move into the third dimension. Each time I attach a brave little nub to my flat quilted surfaces I laugh manically. I revel in the ecstasy of generating depth and deep texture. I am sewing them to landscapes, tree branches, and curved surfaces. In my sleep I even sew them to my face and the edges of my cupboard doors. I am nub obsessed!
rabbit continued...
After a drawn out and heated haggling session, during which a pie pan and a pair of scissors exchanged hands, a fragrant rhubarb pie was baked and quickly consumed, and no less than eight new shiny items were suspended from twine in the cluttered branches of the giant cedar tree, rabbit was reunited with five of her precious and peculiar eggs. (It should be said, as the mere recorder of rabbit’s story, I have no real incite as to how exactly rabbit came to “own” the eggs originally. Rabbit is really not the egg laying type. She is single and both biologically and emotionally unlikely to be of the egg laying persuasion. Regardless...)
Rabbit lovingly polished each egg with a scrap of worn t-shirt material and lined them up on her kitchen window sill...
same tool, different vision
I heard about this man, Cameron Smith, on the podcast 99% Invisible. Cameron is constructing a handmade space suit. Aside from using an old soviet helmet, he is troubleshooting and assembling all the functioning parts himself from inexpensive and readily available materials. Cameron hopes to wear the suit on a balloon voyage into the lower stratosphere. He intends to hand sew the balloon as well.
Admittedly this man’s vision speaks of some boyhood fantasy, but his clarity, determination, and frugality are admirable, even beautiful.
I spend my time sewing images, other ways of looking at the world, little windows, or visions. This man, with a needle in his hand, is sewing his way up to a place where he’ll get a chance to see the world in an altogether different way.
rabbit wasn’t what you’d call a rapid responder...
It took her seven days of mulling and musing before she finally returned to that hole in the ground. The eager grass had already grown tall around the edges of the opening. Rabbit squatted down and parted the vivid green drapery. The hole was empty. Rabbit felt that unpleasant and all to familiar surge of disappointment in herself. Why hadn’t she acted faster? How could she have forgotten about them in the first place? Her scolding was interrupted by raucous laughter, and rabbit looked up to see crow in the branches of the big cedar tree. Crow was always taking things from rabbit. In fact, from rabbit’s current vantage point, she could see her metal pie pan, her sewing scissors, and what was likely her copy of an indigo girls CD, all hanging in the branches of the massive cedar. Rabbit could also see the round pink shells of several eggs peeking from the lip of crow’s nest.