“For far too long we have been seduced into walking a path that did not lead us to ourselves.
For far too long we have said yes when we wanted to say no.
And for far too long we have said no when we desperately wanted to say yes. . . .
When we don't listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls.
And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don't,
others will abandon us.”
- Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds
Just when I thought that 2021 was going to be my year of retirement… well that turned itself on its head, didn’t it… instead I refocused on bringing Fibre Arts Australia back to life with new website, new commentary on all thing’s fibre/textile related and to bring on board a young vibrant team to help move what we do, into a new stratosphere!
Although we had to cancel the July and September events it did not stop you from wanting more to sink your needle into, more of what was going on and with the blogs and the Studio Spaces making a huge hit… in fact more than 50,000 hits… it just goes to prove that you wanted more of what is going on out there!
Something worth saying repeatedly is this: we are more than grateful you stayed with us throughout it all.
Our face-to-face workshops will continue to be our focus. Learning from the best in the world is the best way to bring more excitement into your work!
Hands on and asking questions to the tutor in a workshop is a much-preferred way of learning.
Trying to earn a living as an events coordinator/artist has been harder than ever for many of us over the last 2 years, but in saying that, these years have ‘cemented’ the bond between our Fibre Arts Tribe, just proving that being connected keeps us all on the same artistic path.
It makes the Fibre Arts Team happy to know our hard work translates into a year of bringing amazing tutors to the events in 2022 and extending our knowledge to encourage you to be who you are as an artist.
We wish you a happy, fruitful, and fulfilling New Year!
May 2022 be full of amazing things for you and those around you!
May it be the best year yet!
Happy New Year!!
Belinda, Ginnie, Zoe, Tessa, Kay, and Serena
"What I witnessed and learned on my journeys,
and how I digested that invaluable
and often subconscious information,
transformed me as a person and artist."
“A spark of kindness made a light.
The light made an opening in the darkness.”
- Joy Harjo, Once the World was Perfect
"I have learnt how to be in the present."
"How?" asked the boy
"I find a quiet spot and shut my eyes and breathe."
"That's good, and then?"
"Then I focus."
"What do you focus on?"
"Cake" said the mole.
extract from: The Boy, the Mole the Fox and the Horse
Charlie Mackesy Instagram link.
Each friend represents a world in us,
a world not born until they arrive,
and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I am not old.. she said
I am rare.
I am the standing ovation
At the end of the play.
I am the retrospective
Of my life as art
I am the hours
Connected like dots
Into good sense
I am the fullness
You think I am waiting to die..
But I am waiting to be found
I am a treasure.
I am a map.
And these wrinkles are
Imprints of my journey
Ask me anything.
~ Samantha Reynolds
I take the seashell from my jeans pocket and rub my fingers across its silken, indented surface, shallow as my own open hand.
This chalice, subtly shaped by some divine intelligence to allow water to flow in and out with ease, is what I aspire to become: a vessel through which feelings can pour in and spill right out again, without all the grasping and holding that obstructs the flow.
"Can I be as serene and simple as this bleached shell, rubbed smooth by wind and water,
receiving and releasing, filling and emptying and filling again,
eternally receptive to the currents of life?"
- Katrina Kenison,
The Gift of an ordinary day
I was sad all day, and why not.
There I was, books piled on both sides of the table,
paper stacked up, words falling off my tongue.
The robins had been a long time singing, and now it was beginning to rain.
What are we sure of?
Happiness isn’t a town on a map, or an early arrival,
or a job well done, but good work ongoing.
Which is not likely to be the trifling around with a poem.
Then it began raining hard,
and the flowers in the yard were full of lively fragrance.
You have had days like this, no doubt.
And wasn’t it wonderful, finally, to leave the room?
Ah, what a moment!
As for myself, I swung the door open.
And there was the wordless, singing world.
And I ran for my life.
—Mary Oliver, Work, Sometimes
Notes that catch my thoughts, dribbles, splashes, spills, drips, words, and other detritus, as I work my way thru journals and blogs that have kept me occupied during an unusual time in all of our lives...