Neither dreaming nor awake

Written last night:

Last night when I stirred I was neither dreaming nor awake. I felt Clark standing at the side of the bed; in a moment he leaned down and gently set something by my pillow.  I felt its small heft. And then, when I wasn’t yet awake, I turned, as you can only turn in your dreams, and saw in the covers by my head  a tiny owl, all fluffy and golden, shining and alive. Beside the owl, toward the back of my head, I could feel a bigger weight. It was a golden-red fox, alert and still, looking over me. I felt a great comfort in the shining wash of light, and smiled up at Clark, and he beamed back at me. The owl, which Clark knows I love, was for warmth and kindness, and the fox was protection. Then, just before he left, Clark placed Zing in my arms.  

Drawing birds with charcoal

Tawny frogmouth owl

Owl

Osprey

Dancing owl

She's a ballerina. Her wings & legs/feet will be in the first position. Her feathers are felted silk & threads. I'm using Maureen's baby lock felting machine.

Threads

These threads helped finish my little Night Owls quilt. Quilters Unlimited says we can't discuss it ... so, shhhh! I hate not showing the final quilt. (It's for the annual members' challenge.) But here - take this inspiration, a video of Kiran Sethi, who believes in kids. I've begun tutoring, back fussing about what makes people learn. For me, it's color. And words.

Owls

This is a self-portrait. I look at things sideways. She's made from cotton, silk, lace, tulle & a feather, sewn onto an 11" x 14" painted stretched canvas. Some people think it's a male, probably because of all the brown. That's OK.
This bird launched herself right off the canvas at me. I thought she was going to be demure, angelic. But she became what she is: cotton, silk, lace, felt, a stick, & attitude.