Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Tuesday, 1 September 2015

A Step in the Dark......New Challenge

Todays canvas is a design team make for the fabulous A Step in the dark. It is a facebook challenge, so please pop over and take a look. For this months challenge we were lucky enough to be sponsored by the fabulous team over at SLS Lines. I always feel so lucky when I'm able to work with their images...I love them so much.

As soon as I saw this image, I knew that I had to work with it. This is the second one of their images that I have worked with featuring the feisty cats. As soon as I saw this image, it reminded me of three of my tomcats and the song 'The boys are back in town' kept going round my I began by painting the canvas with black acrylic and putting some white lines across it and of course some glitter. I coloured the cats with my promarkers. I finally added some fish skeleton charms, and added some thread going from the ball of yarn. The canvas is now living on the stairs wall in my cottage.

I do hope that you will come on over and join in the fun at the A Step in the Dark facebook page.

What a weekend it was. It was the Midgestock weekend in the village..a weekend of music and performances. Lots of people telephoned me remembering Henry and Henry's best friend came for the was so nice to know that they were thinking of Henry. And of course there was the arrival of the still unnamed cat. She has settled into the emergency pen. I will try and get a photo of her to put on the blog. She has a very long neck and has black lines on her fur which look as if she is wearing a mans collar...all she needs is a little At the moment she is curled up asleep and quiet. I find it amazing that I have such a number of talkative cats. She has a lot to say and seems to want to chat. My friends have cats and they seem to never say a word but my tribe have a comment on most Twinkle makes a noise that sounds just like she is saying oh no ..which is really funny. Jeffrey comes in having a right moan about everything and Pinkie has an opinion on absolutely everything. And now the nameless one has joined in the

Well the coffee is calling and I've got a number of projects to finish and cards to finish. I need to get my head in gear and get on with it.It takes me a while to get into gear as I'm not sleeping very well. But that seems to come and go in waves. I think that I'm just in a particular wave. BT have continued to be a pain..not giving me enough speed to even to get on the internet..let alone be able to blog. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting 
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