New Year's Eve 2010~2011...Shonagranata

Since this will probably be the last illustration of 2010...

 I'd like to dedicate this to my niece Shonah.

Ristra wish

para mi familia, con amor

Bees and blossoms

the spade blossom

broom blossoms
see also Fall of the Bees

Bike heap 2007

Trike memories

*the photograph of this small boy is a found treasure...but not from the depot

 the bone pile

When you have enough bike bones you can articulate a skeleton...

Some Oldies...pre-byrd

Rusty Daw

Bags & Woe
this oddly graceful old suitcase arrived at the depot sometime in the year 2005, rather forlorn even with its lovely watered silk lining...pocket mouths agape, mourning the loss of some delicate undergarment perhaps?...sans wardrobe for the next stage of the voyage...the memory doll packed up her emptiness and departed.
-Langmuir Luggage from the M. Langmuir Manufacturing Co. Toronto, Limited-

Dumpster mother & child

MAMA AM AMA MAAM

Not Byrds. 

Perusing old files full of depot images...these are among the first exhibited. Now that we are about to see a new recycling depot rise on the grounds I have been photographing for so many years there is a certain perverse nostalgia on my part for the old tire heaps ...There are so many artists who mine the depot and freestore for ingredients and inspiration.

Ferns curl in the dark

Five finger ferns barbius discardii
see also: the Fernwort papers in the Gallery of Ferns

Scissor tailed Jua-Jua byrd

'PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THE HANGERS'
Sometimes the volunteers will save an old wooden hanger for me as they are too ungainly for the space in the Free store. They are so sculptural...see  Dunlop, the  Gentleman's Gentleman in the Gallery of Domestic Refusals ...and it is a real thrill when an old thimble or some other seamstress's tool appears as they bring back memories of my grandmother and of the endless recycling of clothing from one generation and one sister to another. 

My sister's fingers dance through these woven remnants of history, reading there the sheet music of the generation before us, writing witty and graceful stories into her daughter's future. 

Flora Navidad

After the Christmas faire this past weekend, which was very delightful but during which my feet were so cold all I could think of were exotic climes and hot spicy blooms...since I had found a brilliant orange coffee pot handle at the depot it became the heart of this new hot house plant...

Faire signs

This weekend is the DI Christmas Faire...these are for my booth...the day is keen,  frosty and illuminated with a crispy and crystalline sun. It is always good to visit with islanders, some of whom I have worked Craft Faires with, off and on for over thirty years. On my way across the island I see the Highland cattle breathe great steamy speech balloons into the icy morning air.

December 2010

Spoonflowers and stuff