It seems, like many of you, I hold a great deal of things in my hand. I like it this way. Who knows how I would document such findings had it not been for my foray long ago into blogging and a wish to remain somewhat hidden from view? Here for you this Monday, treasure found further a field and nature picked closer to home.
{We drove to Geelong to deliver a set of five of our collaborative artists’ books to the Geelong Gallery (for forthcoming exhibition) and made a fortuitous stop at a junk store where we found gold. Two beautiful hair ornaments, one of which I plan to fashion into a brooch, make it all worth while.}
{Walking about in a bid to clear cobwebs from wintry self, I find and pick a little boronia (I think) to later put in a bud vase.}
In your hands,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six,
Seven.
{In my hands a while ago now, Forming new acquaintances at the birthplace of Honoré de Balzac, the final pages.}
(My internet connection of late seems to drop out more than in and it is pushing me to such levels of frustration that I am largely steering clear of it. No amount of shaking the fist in the air seems to remedy the problem nor does the gentle art of persuasion. It seems my connection will do whatever it pleases and it pleases to remain unconnected. Until then all hope of a blog redesign have been shelved and I am contenting my self and feeding my ever-constant need for change with moving about furniture in the studio.)
