Odds and ends

I like to find a way to recycle everything...boxes, old bottle caps, old paint, playing cards. When I was a young girl, I used an empty chocolate box to store my crayons and toys in.  As I got older I realized that I can turn old shirts into new ones, and that thrift stores were like treasure hunts. I have since come home with vintage books, old buttons, and even postcards from the 1800's!! All these things have been turned into art in my hands. How amazing is it, to be able to transform something old into something new!

Here is a bracelet I made out of sheet music...for all you musicians out there.

Anything can be art, so please reduce waste and support the cause. 

      

To check out  a few more of my recycled and handmade jewelry click here>>>http://www.sunsugarjewelry.webs.com/

To donate used items in your area click here >>> http://www.goodwill.org/

When Yellow Leaves Hang

When  yellow leaves hang

I will look for you,

silver streaks and frail.

My branches will reach

twisted and tangled

up your vined walls.

My edges will be

crumbling and veined,

but you will see in me:

my brightest hour

my hottest meal

my sweetest poem

and my golden skin.

The sun will slide south,

These roots will be watered,

and this rolling stone will moss.

And you will be...

My last leaf.

       

                                 

Float away with me...

 One of my favorite songs is not in English, it is in Danish. Listening to music in a language you do not understand forces you to immerse yourself deeper into the song itself, and appreciate it on the basis of sound. In this song, you can hear each instrument clearly and feel the yearning in her voice. It really is lovely. So grab a glass of wine, dim the lights and turn this WAY UP.


Herfra hvor vi star
by: Quadron

      Every time I hear this song I get a very languid and beautiful image in my head. I picture a deep red silk scarf, floating through air as if it had been dropped off the roof of a building. It floats softly down to the ground...slowly shifting with every wind current, like a feather. Do you see it?


The translation I have found is as follows:


From where we stand


Everything has calmed down.
And soon, the sun is up again.
Moon accordion war
die slowly.

From where we stand
We can look around
on all sides.
It moves.
When we walk.
It is changing at all times.


We talked almost all night.
And here is it, then stalled.
Around, there are people and are asleep.
I do not know whither we should go.


From where we stand
We can look around
on all sides.
It moves.
When we walk.
It is changing at all times.

There was a friend who went away a little before the others.
And now they say he went too far.
But when there is someone who knows the direction.
Then there is always some guy who must stand for shots.

From where we stand
We can look around
crowded on all sides.
It moves.
When we walk. And where you stand.
It is changing at all times.


From where we stand
We can look around
and we can see on all sides.
It moves.
When we go and where you stand.
It is changing at all times.

Now the morning light spilling out.
With all the covers off.
This must be something.
And there shall be deducted from.

From where we stand
We can look around
on all sides.
It moves.
When we walk.
It is changing at all times.

Artist Alert...

His name is Gregory Thielker. His technique is amazing. The image below is not a photograph, it is an oil painting.....

I love the way he captures the rain on a car windshield. Such detail..

I never thought a grey, rainy day could be so beautiful. 

Check out his site...

http://www.gregorythielker.com/