The park was strangely empty for a Saturday.
But filled with flashes of autumn arrested.
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Despite wearing my newly knitted fingerless mitts to the park, my fingers froze. I could have made gloves, but then I wouldn't have been able to take pictures. The park was strangely empty for a Saturday. But filled with flashes of autumn arrested.
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All I have to do it decide on a border for the picture now. I'm not so pleased with the variety of greens in the stems, and feel I should have stuck with my permanent hunch to limit the pallette. I love the colour of the umbelliferous stem, but most of the others are too dark or the wrong hue. I live and learn; embroidering an image is no different to painting a picture with stitch.
I've nearly finished my Sunshine Flowers crocosmia piece, but whilst I put the finishing touches to it, here's my first hand-embroidered sampler:
It's been quiet in Juju's Fybercafe; we've been to Ty Cariad. A wonderful week spent in the countryside with family, with time and space to rejuvenate and take in some nature. We did some walking, but a lot of the week was raining and windy. I decided it was the right time to use some of the lovely samples sent in my recent surprise parcel from blogging friend, artist Carolyn Saxby (thanks again Carolyn!) ![]() The samples were swatches of silk, cotton and velvet plant-dyed with Crocosmia and I combined them with a sample from my Birch jar (on the right). I made my first attempt at hand-embroidered flowers; it's very much an experimental work in progress at the moment. These cheery sunshine yellows were a warming reminder of the summer just past, and seemed to brighten the dark day in front of the fire. Here are some of my photos from a walk in Bute park that we took recently with our friend Judith who visited from Somerset. A surprising abundance of flowers remain in the borders in Bute Park and here is just one of the many dahlias that jostled for space in the beds. It was a fine day and as we walked along the river opposite the Welsh College of Music and Drama, the strains of a violin coming from a window seemed to compliment the majestic structures of the fading Gunnera. Here are some water spirits who came to listen. |
AuthorJulie Shackson is an artist and designer, working across various mediums and living in Wales Archives
June 2014
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