March 16, 2011

Watching sunset on grandma Juliette's hair...

My busy day is over. The studio is quiet and silent and still. I do now have time to wander. Time to watch sunset on grandma Juliette's hair...

I'm going home for a few days. 
The rug is almost ready. I'll take pictures upthere and I'll tell you a bit more on monday. Have a nice weekend!

Giseleganne...

Collection "Hunting Man"

 Collection " Divorce Jewellery"

Images found via Not Just A Label

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Busy bee...


March 10, 2011

Morceau choisi...

Embroidery... Now the story begins! Once upon a time...

Behind the scene #2...

Behind the scene...


Sorry for being such a baaaad blogger lately... I haven't posted as many messages as I wanted to. My hands have been very busy these past few days... I'm currently working on a rug. A special one...
If it ends well, I might submit it to a huge huge contest by the end of the month.But I still have plenty to do! 

I must say that all this is pretty new to me. It's a strange thing, a strange feeling. A source of great pressure and grand delight at the same time and I'd be glad to share this experience with you. I know I like seeing the process-making of things. The way they're made, the way they're designed.  I enjoy being behind the scene

Hope you'll enjoy the journey... Here are a few pictures I took a few days ago. These layers of lace are the structure of the rug.

March 4, 2011

Image extraite du film de Jane Campion, In the Cut (2003)

He paces the blue rug. It is the end of summer,
the end of his excursions in the sun. He
may now close his eyes as if they were tired flowers
and feel no sense of duty towards the corridor,
the recherché, the trees; they are all on his face,
a lumpy portrait, a painted desert. He is crying.
Only a few feet away the grass is green, the rug 
he sees is grass; and people fetch each other in
and out of shadows there, chuckling and symmetrical (...).

Franck O'Hara, On Looking at "La Grande Jatte," the Czar Wept Anew
in Meditations in an emergency, Grove Press NYC.


Hush, hush, hush...


".land(e)scape.,
.land(e)scape.", she whispers.