As part of my farewell, I made a poncho with no pastel, The colours may be bold, But it was made for a 4-year-old, Which is why it doesn't fit me well.
There once was a rich Japanese lord, With a repaired tea bowl he abhorred, An artist said behold, Then filled the cracks with gold, And the new art of Kintsugi soared.
Well that's it. The epic saga is finally over. Months, nay, years in the making. Most of the yarn was re-dyed, much of it was undone and re-knitted. But I can finally be warm and cozy. Just in time for spring. Hopefully now my housemate will stop giving me shit about how long I've been knitting the… Continue reading The blues are over
Thinking of a birthday present, For a friend who likes the odd succulent, But they could carry disease, And she lives overseas, So I made one that needs no nourishment.
A conversation with a friend, Made me realise I must amend, That my first resin experiment, Did not all end in merriment, Once juicy pomegranate seeds, Now look like white bubbly beads, My sparkly glittery crushed rock, Looks duller than an office block, Before set some resin appears culinary, Such as jam made… Continue reading Learning is not perfection
I wanted to try a new form of art, I kept it basic for the start, The resin is used cold, Just mix and pour it in the mould, The bubbles usually came out with fire, But it didn't work on my barbed wire, Some flora colours were modified, Once the resin they were inside,… Continue reading A new years resolution to learning more
We had an evening of natural dying, On paper, without my usual tieing, Using things like pureed flax, citric acid, salt, vinegar and wax, That changed the dye's colour while they were drying.