Sparrow-Avenue: As the West Wood Evening Glows

August evening

Hope your weekend went well with friends, family and whatever work that needed to be accomplished.

The weekend for me was somewhat of a mixed bag. With the passing of Jack Layton and his funeral on Saturday it was a painful reminder of my dad's death 6 months ago, almost to the day. Both of them were very generous, intelligent, articulate and good listeners. My dad, however, was a very private person. It took me a long time to understand him only to come to the realization that we had a lot in common. We were such good friends.

As the West Wood Evening Glows

Behind us is a picture of a snow covered meadow with the woods just beyond. The sun is setting in an orange glow as a flock of sheep are nosing about for blades of dead grass. My dad bought this at an auction years ago; he loved the title of it, like poetry.

I have buried myself in work as it is the only thing that keeps me from going under (disregard the unintended puns).

And so it was a very busy weekend, cutting and sewing. In there as well, I had to find time to finish off a small piece for the Paper Place call for submission of work done on Etchu Hagaki Kozo paper. Would I more of this paper to work with I would have had a great time experimenting.

This is the piece after I "played" around, adding and eliminating. Cutting out the leaves and berries was a bit of a challenge but, hey, I like that. The rusted and crushed bottle cap was something to take the piece just a bit further.