Yesterday a group organized by a friend of mine went on a field trip to the Oriole Mill in Hendersonville (http.theoriolemill.com) , where the Jacquard weaving process is used to weave elegant wool and cotton cloth and where the cloth is sewed into beautiful bedspreads, shams, bags, coats, and towels and napkins. We got to stand inside a Jacquard loom while it was operating. The colors were spectacular! The details of the loom and warping machine were fascinating. Some looked like tiny porcelain animals. The rapier shuttles looked like silver fish and moved 60 times a second.
Meanwhile at home the lone hyacinth is still pouring its lush aroma and the tulips are still brightening the dark days.
I now have a supply of the 10,000 Drawings catalogs on hand and have just shipped out catalogs to all of you who ordered them. If you haven’t ordered yet but want one, just send me, by email or message, your mailing address (email@example.com), and paypal me at the same email address $23– sorry but postage ended up being closer to $3 than $2–or send me a check to 154 College View Drive, Swannanoa, NC 28778 ; and I will ship your catalog right away.
Soon they will also be available through Malaprop’s Bookstore in Asheville or on - line at malaprops.com.
My earliest visual memory: frost crystals on the window above my crib (my mother saying “Jack Frost came last night”) . And now this morning: frost crystals on the window near our bed. How could I not draw that?
Last month’s blue water pickeral has ripened and is ready to spill out its luscious-looking seeds.
In the bleak chilly wintery-mix-filled air above our front yard today this rare large group of robins descended on our holly tree and stripped it of its red berries. The term for a large group of robins is a breast, I have learned. I drew so fast, not bothering with precision, just so caught up in the swirl and swooping of the birds. A couple of non-robins timidly pecked at the ground nesr the house.
By contrast these six sheep, last spring’s lambs, are laden with bales of wool and move slowly, browsing in the bleached grass of the pasture. I love their swagger and awkward stretches.