By Stephie, on Thursday 3rd February, 2011 at 09:50 am
 For Janie This little pillow is filled with roses. Well rose pot-pourri. And it smells wonderful. Just imagine popping it on the pillows on your bed and falling asleep breathing in the smells of a summer garden. Romantic nonsense? No! Everyone needs a little bit of romance don’t they? I know I’d like some. There’s been a serious lack of it around here for years  (It’s true!) But I digress. What do you think of the pillow? I made it for my exceptionally patient friend Janie (it’s a belated Christmas present) and I think she likes it, which is important! As you can see it’s an asymmetrical patchwork design with hand and machine quilting, some applique and embroidery. The small floral prints are from Liberty and the one with pink and yellow roses is from Tilda.
Are you wondering about the embroidered word ‘trees’? Maybe you’re thinking “it’s a bit random that bit”? You were? I thought maybe you’d be thinking that! Janie and I go for regular walks and I wanted to evoke something that might remind her of the beautiful places we’ve been, Trelissick in the autumn, Lanhyrdock in the summer…Miss P’s when it’s raining! (Slackers the pair of us.) And there’s a certain shade of green that she loves, so I included plenty of it here. And green, well it does remind me of trees…
I hope you like the photo mosaics I made too. They’re a lovely way of showing related pictures together, but I think maybe I need to take some better photographs. Or get a better camera, that might help. I wonder if the images are large enough too – if you click on them you’ll obviously see them full size, but I wonder if people actually bother to do that. Well people, do you?! You will let me know won’t you? I know I can be a miserable git but I really would like you to come back, so tell me what works best for you and I’ll give it a go.
 Details of the front  Hidden heart Until next time then.
Love Stephie x
By Stephie, on Thursday 27th August, 2009 at 23:04 pm
 For CB  Inside is the mundane  and the extraordinary. Stephanie Boon, August 2009. For Chantal.
By Stephie, on Wednesday 29th July, 2009 at 01:08 am
 My Bed, July 2009  The last time you were here  you only left your scent behind. Stephanie Boon, July 2009. For Chantal.
By Stephie, on Monday 1st June, 2009 at 01:03 am
 She gave this to me. I sewed it for you.  Brush salt from your face and find the place in your mind  where the dead birds fly.  They can't see your tears or hear you cry  as they fly in silence with the lightness of ghosts  bringing serenity, that I bind in.
By Stephie, on Sunday 16th March, 2008 at 12:30 pm
 I try to connect the fragments  Pylon I feel I’ve been neglectful here for several weeks, months even. Ill health and an imminent move are not conducive to clear thinking, for me! So, just to try and square things up a bit, here’s a sneak preview of something I’ve been working on for months – just to prove I am still an artist! I’m making an artists’ book (well, it wouldn’t be an ice-cream maker’s book now would it?). If you’re unsure what these are, well I guess they’re best described as unique books, one-offs. And being artists’ books they probably (but not necessarily) have more images than text. Mine does anyway; it’s like trying to create a visual narrative. This one’s about journeys and the threads that connect people to each other. It’s about other things too, but I don’t want to go into detail here. The best way to experience it will be to see it. I made it of part as Unspoken (my collaboration with Chantal Brooks) and it will be exhibited in 2009 at The Exchange gallery in Penzance.
Related links and posts
- Stephanie Boon – external site
- Chantal Brooks – external site
- Brooks and Boon Unspoken – external site where you can see a gallery of images and join in the project.
- For related posts click on Unspoken in the tag cloud on the right.
By Stephie, on Tuesday 19th February, 2008 at 19:47 pm
 The letter I received a letter today and inside was a story that I was asked to pass on…
Pete was once a taxi-driver, one of his regular passengers was a lovely woman who he was very fond of. She told him this story – he in turn passed it on to his sister, she passed it to me and now I’m passing it on to you.
Yohanna was a woman who owned a local shop, her cat would lay in the window, sunning itself.
One of her customers who came in everyday told her that he felt it wasn’t right for a cat to be in a shop. She told him she didn’t care as all he ever bought was a newspaper.
Yohanna eventually retired to a remote cabin in Canada with her beloved cat. It’s thought she was in her 70′s.
One day her neighbour who lived some distance down a track heard a terrible noise, screaming and howling – and took off up the track to see what it was. He found Yohanna’s cat in the mouth of a dog – who had wandered down the track and thought it was lunch. Yohanna had seen the attack and had run from the cabin and was beating the dog with her stick to let go of her cat, and screaming at it.
The woman in the taxi explained that it wasn’t a dog – but a wolf. Pete asked what happened to the cat. The woman exclaimed “oh it’s fine it just walks with a limp now’. x
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Related links and posts
- Stephanie Boon – external site.
- Chantal Brooks – external site.
- Brooks and Boon Unspoken - gallery of images and details of how to join in the project.
- For related posts click on Unspoken in the tag cloud on the right.
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