2.10.11

Anatomy of a Necklace

rowan

* a memory of a childhood train journey, seeing rowan trees against the blue sky and becoming aware of the colours of August, the freedom of summer holidays nearly over...

* rowan leaves and berries picked up on a walk, a different country, a different life, the same shift of seasons

* one of two pieces of silk dyed with this year's indigo harvest to make the precious sky,
the leaves still green,
for years I've been wondering how berry like the orange-red beads are - their moment has come,
leaves sawn out of copper,
that old idea I had about the double chain

*the heart of the matter: a rediscovered joy in making things in this self-indulgent, slow way

7 comments:

leFiligree said...

the colors ARE gorgeous together. crisp!

Velma said...

i think the word rowan is just so beautiful...those berries, the small leaves, the witchery...a fine composition

Machteld said...

oh, that's so beautiful!!!

bon*bon said...

Absolute poetry...

Dar Presto said...

You are an artist's artist. Rather than jumping on trends or colour predictions, you allow your inquisitive spirit to dance through nature and bring us your delightful and evocative creations. How thrilling to see you at work.

zahrada mojí duše said...

Dear Eva, these colours are just fabulous, it brings to me very similar memories...perhaps mountains in august or september, blue sky, green leaves slightly starting to take their golden colour and the rowanberries - so vivid orange! I like the copper leave ♥

Margie Oomen said...

the indigo with the berries is making me swoon