Connections, Kristen’s wonderful challenge
It’s funny sometimes how a spur of the moment though…actually, maybe it’s more accurate to say, a mind empty of thoughts, a mind in the present, how that inspires the perfect action.
I knew that the challenge word for this week is connections. I knew this for a full week and everywhere I went, everything I did, I saw connections in. But then, you might be saying, you can hardly help that, can’t you? Well, it’s true, but rarely do those connections inspire a meaningful piece of art.
Yesterday at the beach, it was gloriously warm and bright. I picked up a piece of orange nylon rope thinking I would recycle it properly, and, as I sat looking around me at the sunshine and the happy dogs I decided to save that piece of rope and weave it into something which connects.
So I walked along the beach to find the perfect branch and some other objects and took them home.
I was going to wait till this morning to do something with them, but the evening was so lovely that I decided to start right then.
I wove the nylon rope around the branch and thru itself.
I found some ribbon and yarn and wove that in to symbolise seaweed and the reflection from shells.
And then I went to get my other found goodies to add those on, phoned Robbie and went to bed.
Sent photos for the weaving to R and he said, “you’ve made yourself a talking stick. Even more connections. I like it!”
This morning my newly proclaimed talking stick lay on the dining room table.
It sparkles in the harsh morning light, with its beads of birch bark, its combinations of man-made and natural elements, discarded and wanted, saved and used. Offers, connections, from the ocean and from my hands to your heart.
I took it outside to greet the day and held it up against the sky.
When you have a chance, the list of participating artists is here on Kristen’s site. 😀
This is beautiful, Veronica. Thank you for sharing your process, the photos, and your talking stick. It’s inspiring me. Montana’s rural highways are littered with orange baling twine. Here’s one way to put it to use. I appreciate your creativity.
Thank you so much Brenda. I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing the whirl lately. I’ve started several though. Miss all you guys. I’ll try harden. In other matters, I love, LOVE Montana. I’ve actually been in love with Montana since I was 10yrs old and my class did a exchange with American children to discover America I got got Montana. One of these days I want to go live under my big skies there for a period of time. Much love form me to you. 😀
such a wonderful adventure and creation
i love how your journey feels like a weaving and your art is a weaving and also a talking stick
your birch bark feels connected to the aspens in my post. the past two months i have been studying the difference between the two trees so that i do not confuse them any more. I also learned that a wonderful medicinal fungi called Chaga grows on some Birch trees. I have been looking but have not found it yet…. plus one might have to be a tree climber with a very good machete to gather some, careful not to hurt the tree.
Wow, that’s exciting. I love using natural remedies. I know birch bark has some medicinal properties for cancer fighting and pain relief. It’s amazing, isn’t it? I bet all the cures we need for every disease in the world is right there next door. Scientists just have to find them. I hope you find your Chaga. 😀
this post makes me smile
because you show from start to end
it’s as if i was there too
i feel connected ;^))
I’m so glad you feel connected to me. I love that. You know, I love showing from beginning to end, and, especially since I often have very little idea of what I’m doing, I’m ever so glad it worked out. 😀
Very beautifull, best regard from Belgium
Thank you so much Louisette.
I love all the little fuzzy bits. It reminds me of my hair in the summer. LOL
Hey, mine to…lol. Sometimes R and I joke about moving half way between the countries, which would put us in Guam! 😀 Hello frizz.
Feeling connected to you because the beach is close to me too. I recognize the Lions Gate Bridge, having crossed it so many times in my life. Feeling connected to you because beach combing is a big part of life near the beach. Something we Vancouver Islanders without much thought….. it’s often a daily ritual for many. A thoroughly enjoyable post, Veronica!
Thank you so much Carole. When I’m in Van I spend a lot of time at the beach and completely understand the beach combing ritual. When I’m in England, I must admit that I miss the ocean…except that I have the Thames only five fields away form home. And, although the river is so romantic…in that Wind in the Willows type of way…it’s not the sea, is it? 😀
I’m inspired by this, Veronica. You made something beautiful to enjoy.
Thank you so much Patty, I love that we both can make lovely things to enjoy. 😀
Lovely catching up with your week Veronica 🙂
I laughed at your hands poking through the wall!
I love to hear stories about art processing, yours is a wonderful one, thank you! And I love the colors, too xo Leena
This is so cool Veronica! I love all the little frayed ends of thread and colors…I had to look up talking stick and that makes it even cooler 🙂 I also really enjoy seeing your process- what is it about that…but the physical part of creating is a fascination- and joy to see
So nice to meet you here- your site is wonderful and I’m planning on exploring more soon!!
Hope you have a great week and thanks for playing along!!
made me think of native american dream catchers
Oh yeah, it does in some way, doesn’t it? A couple of years ago my girls made a giant dream catcher from willow branches and crystals and raven’s feathers. I have to hang it up outside as soon as the weather clears up a bit. Wait, I think I wrote a post: here.
Love the mix of colors and the waviness (like ocean waves?–more connections!) of the orange rope strands. And just love the idea of re-purposing things–beautiful! 🙂
Me too Sara, thank you so much. 😀
Hi Veronica. This is wonderful. I enjoyed it, Congratulations!
I think when you find something on the beach (not a snail or a stone, etc.) I say, a bottle, a wood, a rope … The connection there was, magically, because maybe lots of people passed and did not see it, but you saw it and picked it up … for something, so it is with you … and not with another person.
OK, have a nice week!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you so much Roberto. I understand what you’re telling me and it’s lovely> I never thought of it like that, but the whole idea of a “chosen” something is wonderful. Have a beautiful week too. 😀
Your connections are most original. The oceans that touch our beaches connect us many ways. I walk the shorelines here in Alaska and find flotsam from Korea, Japan, Russia. . . . It weaves itself across the globe over waves and through currents. I enjoyed your post.