A blanket for lindita

This is my first post using our new tablet. And let me tell you it is awesome. I love the mobility, the screen quality, and feeling like a futuristic person that has allthe knowledge of mankind within a slim piece of metal. Hopefully that will not change any time soon. I am closely watching what is happening with SOPA, PIPA and ACTA. I believe knowledge should be free to obtain and share. However, i do not think someone should profit from someone elses idea or creation.  Either way i could talk for hours about my outrage, discomfort, and anxiety towards what looks like the downfall of the internet. but I will leave it at that. Instead I will show you the blanket I am making for Lindita. It is a circular ripple blanket that I found on Ravelry.  The design is from smooth fox lover. She has other wonderful crochet patterns.

The pattern is very easy to follow and you could do a variation of colors and designs.

I am also still working on the Japanese flower shawl. I love to see how it becomes more of its self. I only have 13 out of the 46 flowers but already I can see it take form. I love when something you are making turns from a pure thought into something that is laying there in front of you.

lately I have been having the desire to go back to writing. It is part of the journey back to myself, in order to find my voice. ANd with this desire to return to writing I have been thinking a lot about my story that I have been developing for the past 4 years. It has mainly been a thought that has remained stuck in my head for all these years. Sometimes scenes flash before me, or a description of a character, or a rule of this orwelin society. It is a story that I have come to love and want to keep on feeling and growing. However, I no longer have the desire for it to be a mere written story, but instead something more. And it is that morethat I have been thinking about.

The premise of the story is about a drone type society that has lost its human aspect and has more of a working hive type feel to it. Each individual is given a job that maintains this type of society and one of the jobs that only a small group can perform is to remove dreams, memories and emotions from the individuals of these societies. The main character of the story is one of these memorandae and she comes across an individual that has to be completely erased, and as punishment he will be left empty and will roam the streets as a warning to the others of what would happen if they ever dreamt, felt or thought outside of the system. This individual has many memories of things that are unknown to this society, such as trees, birds, nture in general, music, laughter, and other things. And this woman is amazed and keeps these memories and implants them into herself. There is much more but I will leave it to that.

Flower

After searching through every single venue possible I finally found the pattern for this flower. I saw it first as a shawl. A shawl full of colorful flowers, and I fell in love. The shawl reminded me of my favorite film Amelie, springtime, happiness and it was a challenge. I have just started to crochet and so far I am still working on my wave blanket. 

I have found so much comfort in crochet. 

I have also finished my drawing "Full of Color" a reflection of my feelings. I feel so worn out, tired, dull. However, I feel and hope that I still have vibrancy and color and dreams within me, somewhere. I actually like it. I began to draw it while the mister and I were watching the "Fisher King" with Robin Williams. A strange 80's movie ( I love 80's movies) and the acceptance of insanity made me want to reach in and pull out my own. 

However, I cannot just let my craziness out and about whenever I want. Even though I would love to walk around singing at the top of my lungs, laughing at the air and wearing mismatched socks and colorful crocheted sweaters with my hair in a frenzy I must leave my crazy to prance around in the studio or splash it on the white page. 

So as my normal self I accompanied my mister and his twin to the top most point of the town. A place I look at every day, but had never gone to visit. I was a wonderful sight, a wonderful place, where peace and joy and serenity meet and you can actually turn into a giant and observe the village dwellers and surrounding valleys and hills. A podium of observance I call it. 

And upon this podium there is a portal, or really a memorial for the ones who died during the first world war, and one can see the faces of the 6 gentlemen of the town that were lost to the horrid violence and aftermath of such a war. However, I saw it as a portal. Not sure yet what type of portal it is, but a portal none the less. 

Full of color

I have been very absent. Still searching for my words, my voice. And through this journey I found this image waiting to come out. It is still not done, but I just wanted to show you all what I have been up to. I love the mixture of text and drawing. It brings more to the surface.

Also I have been learning how to crochet. Lately I have found that the cloth asks too many questions that I can either not answer at the moment or do not want to. The yarn has been more serene. It seems to be more accepting and instead of asking merely waits and even sings a song of rhythm. At the moment I am attempting to make a blanket. Something that can contain a moment, a thought, a desire. A blanket made by someone for someone will always have that feeling of love and comfort. You can feel it within the loops. It is a lovely thing. And I would love to have created such a physical state of love. I hope I do not sound so crazy. I have not been sleeping well for months now. But even if I do sound crazy. It's always a wonderful way to view the world.

I wish you all a happy 2012