I'm a day late and more than a dollar short, but creatively inebriated thanks to a wonderful art & yoga retreat workshop with the multi-talented trio: Sabrina Ward Harrison, Stacey Ward Kelly and Carey Ward Kelly. Sabrina's journals and her new True Living Project inspire artists and non-artists alike to express and share their feelings openly without fear in visual collage journals. Stacey is a photographer and teacher who empowers others to embrace their creativity in a multitude of ways. Carey is a Kundalini yoga teacher who infuses body/breath centered teachings with the widsom of Andean Shamanism.
The workshop space was amazing: The Howland Cultural Center in Beacon, NY is on the National Historic Register. Home to Dia, the town itself delightful, filled with galleries and antique shops.
I found some lovely balls of vintage fabric strips that were used to make rag rugs back in the 30's according to the sales. They are a worn and wonderful reminder of the beauty of the old, the recycled, the reused, and taking refuge in making things that machines can't.
They got me to thinking about the Russian ladies who used to sit in Central Park knitting sweaters for the Perry Ellis collection back in the late 80's early 90's.
Today, as I try to catch up with the laundry I didn't get done yesterday and squeeze in a bit of knitting between loads, I treasure the escape of yesterday, into the arms of a day immersed in art where the outside world was just a fantasy, sunfilled and sparkling, a collage of memory, desire and joy.
May all your days be filled with Magic Medicine!
The workshop space was amazing: The Howland Cultural Center in Beacon, NY is on the National Historic Register. Home to Dia, the town itself delightful, filled with galleries and antique shops.
I found some lovely balls of vintage fabric strips that were used to make rag rugs back in the 30's according to the sales. They are a worn and wonderful reminder of the beauty of the old, the recycled, the reused, and taking refuge in making things that machines can't.
They got me to thinking about the Russian ladies who used to sit in Central Park knitting sweaters for the Perry Ellis collection back in the late 80's early 90's.
Today, as I try to catch up with the laundry I didn't get done yesterday and squeeze in a bit of knitting between loads, I treasure the escape of yesterday, into the arms of a day immersed in art where the outside world was just a fantasy, sunfilled and sparkling, a collage of memory, desire and joy.
May all your days be filled with Magic Medicine!
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