Ripples of peace

When we were in the throes of selling the house, then packing and moving, I didn’t have much creative energy … so I made patches.

Now that we’re settling in, I’m starting to stitch them together …

The light is perfect for iPhone-ography, here showing off the b-side …

And as I began the next row of patches, a working title occurred to me …

Ripples of Peace

Of course, it’s not all fun and games … there are plenty more things to do. Here, for instance, is the tentative layout …

for one of the wall niches …

of which there are two, this being the second …

The niches weren’t my favorite feature of the new house (ditto all the moldings), but they’re growing on me.

It’s about time …

Here’s a long-overdue look at the assemblage Don made last summer for our friends in Colorado …

Entitled The Lewis Expedition, for Pam and Wade’s last name …

it depicts their journey from Williamsburg, Virginia …

to Glenwood Springs, Colorado …

with a major stop along the way for the Outer Banks of North Carolina …

There are details upon details that I simply love, but the coolest thing was finding out that this imagined mountain …

bore a resemblance to the double peak of Mount Sopris, which is visible from the Lewis’s home …

where The Lewis Expedition now resides.

Enchanted

We love New Mexico. So it’s not surprising that Don was inspired to make a memory montage of our last journey …

 

A bit of rusted license plate served as a (partial) title ..

 

while the Zia sun symbol found a home in the first nook of this one-time screen door frame …

 

A bit of scrap wood and some wood burning recall the petroglyphs we saw in Santa Fe …

 

While this bit of broken pottery from a recent kitchen misadventure morphed into an imagined sherd …

 

Don’s been playing with acrylic painting, this being his rendition of the New Mexican tradition of ordering both red and green chile sauces by requesting “Christmas” …

 

We were both gobsmacked by the work of Robert Rivera displayed at the Torres Gallery, which inspired this gourd and turkey feather homage  …

 

And while we didn’t spend any time under a full moon, Don’s imagining feels true …

 

I did get to contribute a bit more than broken pottery as Don contrived a cunning 2″ x 3″ loom upon which I wove …

 

And in the final nook, a tiny canvas purchased at Taos Pueblo …

 

A bit of iron hinge on one end …

 

and a rusted bit of we-know-not-what on the other …

 

completed and hung over a door in the dining room …

 

Perfect!