Feathered, Weeks Fifteen Through Twenty
I am feeling like we are hitting our stride with this project. At first it was an idea, maybe we could make our way through the year, one feather image at a time. Then panic set in, how can we each take an image a week, and include a feather in the image, without it becoming stale, or cliched? Panic, falter, then I believe we both saw the edge, and the possibilities, and have started to really explore this concept. I believe we have hit our stride.
I hate to even say it, afraid to jinx ourselves... but the dream, which started as just the simple idea of one feather image a week, has turned into something bigger. Now I have stretched this dream to maybe (hopefully, because I am allowed to dream big right??) now the dream includes a book of the final project, which we would sell and give some of the proceeds to Lyme and Autism research... and maybe, maybe maybe, I would LOVE to see some of our favorite images hanging in a gallery, a Feathered Show. I am dreaming big, but I feel like I can see them printed, and framed and hanging all together in a gallery. I do think it would be powerful!
Dream big! And maybe, from a simple idea, things will happen...
~~Feathered, Week Fifteen~~
“Sit, be still, and listen,
because you're drunk
and we're at
the edge of the roof.”
~~Feathered, Week Sixteen~~
“The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall?
The Once-ler: Uh, down?
The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax
~~Feathered, Week Seventeen~~
A feather from the Whipporwill
That everlasting - Sings!
Whose galleries - are Sunrise -
Whose Oprea - the Springs -
Whoes Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow - murmuring thread -
Whoes Beryl Egg, what schoolboys hunt
In "recess" - Overheard!
~~Feathered, Week Eighteen~~
“If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.”
― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
~~Feathered, Week Nineteen~~
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, but must be felt with the heart.” ~Helen Keller
~~Feathered, Week Twenty~~
“There is no perfection only life”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being
Thank you all for watching along with us as we continue to stretch and grow with this... next month I will talk about... Why feathers? And maybe even.... what does it all mean??
Love from us to you!