I
had this piece of black silk – the blackest black – that I wanted
to use. How do sunlight and black go together? Not very well. So,
what could be the theme? A cloudy day? Not dark enough. An eclipse?
Still not dark enough. But wait ... WHAT IF ...
OFF! Sun and Earth going to Pieces
What
if ...
life
was no more teeming,
with
all of us forever dreaming
an
icy dream on pitch-dark plains
neither
touched by droughts nor rains,
nor
by sound or laughter,
even
aeons after
the
sun burst into splinters,
followed
by eternal winters ...
What
if ...
there
were no nights, no days,
no
colours – yellows, reds or greys –,
no
light at all from any source,
just vicious storms and winds so coarse
blowing,
raging, reeling,
nowhere
love or warmth of feeling ...
What
if ...
long
after our sun's forgotten,
the
earth extinguished, lying rotten
to
its lifeless, frozen core -
somehow,
one day, another door
would
open in the universe
to
eliminate the curse,
revealing
worlds with brandnew features,
other
suns and unknown creatures ...
...
that would be the greatest thrill!
What
a pity that we will
be
no part
of
that new start.
Finally,
I want to say:
Let's
be grateful for each day
that
we are granted on this Earth.
At
every moment it is worth
all
our love and constant care.
Of
that we ought to be aware.
This
planet is not our toy.
Put
up a signboard: „DON'T DESTROY!“
Some detailed photos:
You find the story of this shard below.
My favourite shard because it comes from a set of china used during happy family times.
Four colourful shards.
Bits and Pieces.
Leaves and Flowers.
The
Poem
I
wrote the poem just before a big thunderstorm broke forth. The air
was stifling, damp and thick, electrified. The sky looked menacing.
The sun was concealed. All sounds were strange. I had been at a loss
of how to put my theme into words, but suddenly, in the middle of
this threatening atmosphere, the poem came, and I had to grab pen and
paper to write it down ...
The
Piece
Materials:
Silk, iron-on interfacing, beads, shards, electric light switch, wire, cable
staples.
The
making-of held surprises as well as mishaps, for example:
When
digging into the boxes of my mosaic shards, I cut my hand and swore
most un-ladylike. Good that no one was near enough to listen.
Every
now and again, when I had forgotten to file a particularly sharp
edge, the thread would snap without warning, beads would fly in all
directions. Poor things, they met their unglamorous end in the depths
of my carpet flooring, and finally in the vacuum cleaner.
„100
% off“ was a lucky-surprise find in the mosaic-stash section
„Shards with Writing“. It is part of a plate that I bought at a
junk shop for mosaic purposes years ago. All over the plate, it had
said: „100 % coffee“. Unfortunately, I tried to be too perfect
when clipping the edges with my mosaic tongues, and so broke the
shard in two. But never mind, I think that fits the theme.
Actually,
I think the piece looks much too cheerful and decorative considering
the disaster it is supposed to describe. But what can you do when
BEADS are playing the lead ...
Thank you for visiting my blog. Have a happy time!
11 comments:
Dear Sabine, you had a nice reaction on my blog. I accidentally removed it, because I wanted to remove my own comment because of a incorrect spelling... Please can you replace your nice comment?
About your BJP-piece: nice "pieces" of work. I like the idea AND the result. Maybe it lookes a bit too cheerful, but so does f.i. the plastic soup in the ocean and IN the dead Albatrosses. I once will make a quilt with that theme...
Thank you, Lies! Please don't forget to let me know when you have made that quilt, even if the BJP year is over by then.
I have renewed my comment on your blog.
Once again I am marveling at your artistry, both with words and with beads. It would be easy for me to overdo it with my comments, because your dual work has got me thinking all afternoon about the end of the solar system as we know it, about a door opening somewhere, and about the possibility that the atoms and particles making up you, me, and everything here would go through the door and become a part of the new creation.
The balance and harmony of the entire universe is spectacular and beyond my comprehension, yet I believe it would indeed open another door. Your beading reflects a similar belief, I think, or at least it influences my positive take on the end of our own sun and earth. Well done!!!!
(I deleted the previous comment because of noticing 2 typos after saving it.)
Thank you, Robin! I am glad that the story does not make you feel depressed. The bead embroidery is colourful, of course, but when I read the words, although they are my own (?), they make me go cold every time - until I come to the part of the new door. Because in my heart of hearts I am an optimist like you: Contrary to what I wrote, I am of the firm belief that nothing ever gets lost.
This new piece is wonderful. I am amazed at your creativity with both words and beads. I could never write poetry so involved or/and beautiful!
Can't wait to see next months creations.
This is an amazingly effective piece, Sabine! It doesn't make me sad at all, and along with your poem, it gives me hope!!
Thank you, Susan and Cyndi! I am very glad you like my July contribution. Let me say it colloquial style: I'm tryin' me best! :)
This is gorgeous...I love your design and your poetry. I'm feeling inspired!!
Thank you, Tracy, for your encouraging comment.
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