Be-tweening

I’ve done all my blogging on iPhone since the first iPhone came out. Last few months at least. It’s not working. Pardon me for  not posting photos. I

Might load some on my laptop later. 

I wanted to touch base here however. I may be moving to a different place to write. I’m looking for something that will attract people who aren’t looking for notoriety. Just creative souls with humanity and have time for what I call be- tweening. IOW people patient enough to notice the space between themselves and another and how we receive or feel or experience that other.  Because we can all be so rash. 

Rashness us like thinking our way or opinion is all that matters and then making something out to be about them right away before we allow ourselves to notice what is be-tweening from here to there. 

In terms of old photography it’s like allowing a picture to develop. 

The chasm between us and others  may or may not be us. It could be them but mate if we don’t know we should open up a little 

Otherwise life is talking to hear ourselves talk. 

I’ve been guilty of that 

I think we have all been there done that. 

But creating some connection with another well it’s not so much work as awareness. 

I’ll let that sink in. 

Thnx if you wander by. 

North Cascades Washington Pass.

North Cascades Highway first Snow fall the overlook was into beautiful white Air. Only snow covered tree tops shown into the cold mist. 

Springtime.

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Hiking trails signed up for Carter foundation fundraiser. 43 miles hiking this month alls well.

                     Most recent hikes New Halem. 

                                       Love stories. 

Back to Santa Fe

While I’m at it I’ll try adding some of my ceramic art work.

       My artwork and collections. 

Photos of me and Daisy skating etc. With friend's,our new beginnings here in Washington  long ago. Even before we moved here. At beaches round the country and 

                           And collections 

Banjara Textiles and Jewelry from the Jerez Collection 
(July 14 - September 11, 2022) The Jerez Collection of textiles and jewelry, handcrafted by the Banjara peoples of India, Pakistan, and Afghanistan, was lovingly assembled over the years by Sherry McDonald Stewart, Daphne S. Nallie, and Daisy S. Gill. A small but stunning selection from the collection is on display in this exhibit.  “Banjara” is an umbrella term used by outsiders to describe multiple formerly-nomadic peoples living throughout India, Pakistan, and Afghanistan, who are descended from a single group but now vary in language, in cultural norms, and in name, depending on where they live. There are an estimated 5.6 million Banjaras in India. The Romani of Europe also are believed to be descended from Banjara ancestors.

Japanese textiles. Mosquito netting etc. 

My tiles burnt offerings in smoke fired terra cotta. Burnished. 

Sand sculptures. 

Winged vessel either white tulips. 

Daisy photos

Me and Daisy in red shoes. 

Borrowed from J Wilde!! 

Joe Love. Daisy friends 

                      Daisy at Snohomish Trail. 

              Daisy pumpkin patch. We had so much fun here. 

               Trail. We pulled one another skating. 

               Daisy Easter

                       Daisy made a birthday cake for me. 

                         I was so surprised I couldn’t speak. 

                         Daisy’s birthday boys n girls club

                       Daisy after church Edmonds beach. 

Taken at a ceramic workshop below when we lived at the farm in Snohomish. A retired photographer from Seattle Times took the photo. I helped him set up his tent. He was a very kind man.  I recall. I made several nice pieces there. Arms Akimbo for one. 

Mike and I and Daisy had been together in Mukilteo, where I lived overlooking the ferry. Later moved to Edmonds awhile before moving to the farm.  We spent a lot of time backpacking and hiking in those days. He was the best hiking partner. 

This porcelain piece is Birte. She was in several national ceramics shows. But she came later on. 

Samarkand area suzani pre Islamic design with roundels of sun.

Melon sprout  suzani

My living room. 

Playing around with tiles in my studio

I was proposed to in this castle in Japan before moving here. 

Iichiro san I could never forget.  It was such a surprise. 

Nagaoka Niigata. Nagaoka castle. 

             Shibori kimonos in my kimono collections. 

               C. 1800 suzani. 

         Some of my paintings. Exploring colors. 

                 Tribal rugs Luri tribe 

Chawan teabowl in signed box

           Chawan collection pieces.  With signed boxes. 

            Below all my work except the single cup. All the ceramic  pieces were in international shows, competitions. Some are in collections. A few graphic pieces of mine too. 

The mask is in memory of men who were treacherous and liars.  I’ve know a few. Sad note but that’s life I’ve known lovely men to. My soul mate was was a good man. Powerful and kind. 

Iichiro was a good friend and we didn’t marry as it was he was much younger than I and needed to have a real family even though he said it didn’t matter. I knew his family wanted grandchildren. 

I had quite a few boyfriends. My ex and another man who was my partner for decades as well. Mike. I called him Michael until I learned how unfaithful he was. From then on he was just Mike. Not reliable. My husband. Not worth mentioning I feel. 

I never thought any of my life was a mistake but he was and Mike too. I’d like to be younger with more energy. 

But I’d mostly like my children to love one another and be happy and safe and take care of one another. I love all my children very much. James,  Sally, Daphne, Daisy. 

. And grandchildren, John, Karen, Jeremy, Michael and Max. Josh, Jonah, Natalie. And their children. Jolene. 

I’ve had wonderful friends. Sylvia, my blood sister. Nadine Shean, Penny, Martha, Marylou, Dickie, aka Georgia, Kathy, Thorne, and now Ashley. A new friend. 

My cousin Karen. Jerilynn and Joyce Wilde.  Others far back. 

My life is less energetic so I’ll leave some memories for posterity. Felix is no longer either us. Not my ex. My good friend Larry. There was also Joe Love. A best friend. Bernard. 

My apologies to all I’ve disappointed. This life has been rough. 

I use color to cover a very broken heart. I know no one knows it all not did they care I think for the most than I lamented but could never tell others all I’d been through. I felt lamenting was ok. Especially everyone does it. But everyone doesn’t do it to protect others as I had to do. Whatever. There are very cruel people. And it’s challenging to be a woman. 

I wish everyone a peaceful life tho. 

Me and Daisy San Juan Uslands.