What a lovely day here today. Summer clothes after succumbing to having the furnace on earlier in the week. Wally had the afternoon off so we went for a little jaunt before applying ourselves to the much neglected yard tomorrow.
I do love a beautiful poplar lined field. This one borders the organic farm we wanted to see.
Cucumbers at 75 cents and green peppers for $1 each; not too bad considering the price of most imported produce around here.
We drove by some beautiful apple orchards
Their boughs heavy with apples
There is something so heartwarming about a late afternoon on an Indian summer day
As beautiful as these apples were, it was "no spray" apples we were looking for
Gates family farm did have a row of a tart Macintosh variety next to the cornfield.
And look! Another row of poplars in the background.
"Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, plea-ea-ease."
(by Joni Mitchell)
A beautiful bin of squashes.
As for creativity, I've had my mind stuck on Boro, the Japanese art of mending. I am fascinated by the old garments that were patched and darned, peasant wear that was made of coarsely woven indigo-dyed hemp. I've been thinking about playing around with needle and thread. Sashiko thread most closely resembles pearl cotton crochet thread but is twisted tighter and lacks a sheen. Sashiko is the running stitch that the Japanese used to mend and darn, once a necessity, now recognized as art.
Man in Boro Noragi with Goat
Last night I chose instead to draw a man in a boro noragi. The noragi is a farmer's work coat.
I was delighted to find I could draw the sashiko (running stitch) with white pencil and colour over it with navy blue, simulating the traditional indigo.
Man In Boro Noragi with Goat (detail)
The original is done in the same sketchbook of 9x12" drawing paper that my recent graphite drawings were done in. This is all done in coloured pencils and has been so much fun to do.
Again my photos are somewhat blurry and again I apologize. I have a somewhat ambivalent relationship with my camera which I've ironically grown quite attached to regardless of its faults. We've made a certain kind of peace.
I keep thinking about life's abundance, grateful that I can have such a thing as a camera.
Now for a fresh, crisp, tartly sweet, unsprayed apple.
when I see these Holsteins so close to the road. (Please forgive my blurry shots.)
The donkey was actually having her face washed by the big mama who is laying down.
These are young cows, not nearly as big as Holsteins will get at maturity,
with ribs that splay like a rowboat big enough for a couple of men,
like I once saw at the fall fair in Bracebridge a few years back
These young ones are curious but shy
They are content to eye me at a safe distance with their protector donkey
She's a raggedy girl; those scraggly bits make her itchy
She begins to take a tour around the cow that washed her
and that seems to start the cow up, rear end first
Meanwhile to my left a sweet girl is showing some interest
She is wary but curious
So is the donkey
who is lured by my pathetic offering of grass in a field of grass ... which she politely snubs
this This gives the friendly cow some courage.
Meanwhile the cow in the upper right is making her mooo-ve and wanders in
as she arrives, Donkey wonders what she missed, and is disappointed again.
She gives me one last pose
So do the two curious girls
Girl #2, in profile, departs
Ah, and who is this pretty girl?
Shy as well but curious too
She poses for me
and chews her cud
then it's off to join the others
Friendly Cow #1 in profile
arriving at the group
and who is this who just popped in?
Miss Just Popped In still munching on a bit of herbage
Lined up neatly- for cows
and another line-up to the right, I observe observing and unobserving
and now for a game of dominos
here are my first two
Ok, a parting glance at that strange woman
a parting shot of the dear cow
and the view across the road, on a September evening
Thank you for bearing with me. Not everybody likes cows. Just a bunch of cows in a field.
But for me, there will be personality if one just waits a bit. Yes, they are only cows, not some exotic creature that people might go on safari to see, but for me, there is the exotic i.e. the mystery, in every living creature, every living thing. My case in point:
And here is our Muji who was born for love ... and sleep.
I am a great believer in the transformative power of creativity. I am most delighted by the creative path my intuition takes me. I have an innate response to humble materials, natural and recycled, having been instilled since childhood with the ethos, "something from nothing", by my beloved grandmother; she, like so many women of her time, had an admirably creative resourcefulness........................
Mostly self-taught, I have an eclectic interest in Art. But my joy is in the deceptive simplicity of handcraft and its interpretation by modern "primitive" artists who seem to bring to their work a sense of serene melancholy and spiritual longing that the Japanese call wabi-sabi: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, nothing is perfect.
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