Curvilinear
February 24, 2018
More margins, the edge, carved by the ebb and flow of the ocean here to explore and inspire.
The Margins
February 13, 2018
At low tide and the secrets of the land are revealed.
SuperSTAR!
February 1, 2018
Contrast, or contradiction?
The Tide Came in and I Am an Island
January 29, 2018
Learning how to stand alone, to observe, to absorb. Then to translate the scene, thread by thread, into tapestry.
Was a Tree
January 24, 2018
What was once part of a whole, lays still, a majestic wood sculpture on the shore.
Defiance
January 22, 2018
Standing the test of time, shaping the land, its story etched onto the canvas, stitch by stitch, layer by layer.
A Tree Came to Life this Morning
January 21, 2018
Its outline to be contemplated and filled, shaped on canvas into existence.
Walking Among Giants
January 18, 2018
In awe of the time, space, and continuum that is the forest.
Fence with a Heart
January 18, 2018
Rusted, yet beating strong. Longing to carry on. To serve. To protect. To welcome. Insistence on its purpose.
Snail Mail and Spring Bulbs
November 10, 2017
Just before the flurries fell yesterday, the spring bulbs were planted in the ground. Winter is here and a stubborn sense of optimism compels me to pack the cold soil with these precious little nuggets. This defies “common sense”.
And the same could be said about writing a letter: putting pen to paper, sealing it in an envelope, attaching appropriate postage, taking it to a mailbox. And hope, hoping that it will reach its intended destination sometime in the near future.
Waiting for the winter to get done with, waiting for spring bulbs to surface, waiting for news from a friend on the other side of the world, waiting for the improbable and mysterious transactions that take place for a small parcel to successfully move through space until it reaches my hands.
Waiting is the hardest part.
Eileen Kwan Handmade Story 