<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108</id><updated>2012-01-28T09:09:43.466-05:00</updated><category term='pool'/><category term='communicating'/><category term='workshops'/><category term='church'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='Deborah Kruger'/><category term='dyeing'/><category term='sketchbook'/><category term='TWIST'/><category term='light'/><category term='Hoosac Tunnel'/><category term='Artworks'/><category term='change'/><category term='stitching'/><category term='birches'/><category term='Tom Waits'/><category term='studio'/><category term='linen'/><category term='MassMoca'/><category term='treasures'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Swimming in the Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>intransitive verb1 a: to propel oneself in water by natural means  b: to play in the water 2: to move with  to float on a liquid : not sink b: to surmount difficulties : not go under

&lt;p&gt;fiber art by Linda Ruel Flynn&lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3322394625616657698</id><published>2012-01-28T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:09:43.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples</title><content type='html'>I did this piece about two years ago.  It was the first of this path I am on-whole cloth, unplanned, stitching, ripping, painting, folding etc.  This weekend we are taking pictures of the latest pieces.  Look for those next week.  What a difference.  But still on the path.  I really appreciate watching these pieces develop.  Thankful.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz57bak3TxI/TyQAZU8k8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/i5X5rmLTBH8/s1600/LRF_16_72dpi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz57bak3TxI/TyQAZU8k8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/i5X5rmLTBH8/s400/LRF_16_72dpi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702683463277408658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3322394625616657698?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3322394625616657698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3322394625616657698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3322394625616657698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3322394625616657698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ripples.html' title='Ripples'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bz57bak3TxI/TyQAZU8k8ZI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/i5X5rmLTBH8/s72-c/LRF_16_72dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-4959147371802343852</id><published>2012-01-05T09:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:01:49.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhq6iNXKqZU/TwW6Aes4ubI/AAAAAAAAA88/0espYXacxGA/s1600/P1150375.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhq6iNXKqZU/TwW6Aes4ubI/AAAAAAAAA88/0espYXacxGA/s400/P1150375.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694161821283957170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When curried chicken meets red cabbage on bamboo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;artist: James, lunch, January 2012&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I walked into the kitchen this morning and found this on the counter. I thought it was just beautiful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;My husband left a little art installation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ps: this is pretty close to the color palette of a room in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-4959147371802343852?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4959147371802343852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=4959147371802343852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4959147371802343852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4959147371802343852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspiration-everywhere.html' title='Inspiration Everywhere'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mhq6iNXKqZU/TwW6Aes4ubI/AAAAAAAAA88/0espYXacxGA/s72-c/P1150375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-1772420487051176752</id><published>2011-12-15T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:08:12.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jECMtWMeREo/Tun9RiNpQeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lwUd7wUmwUs/s1600/irisphotomoon72.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jECMtWMeREo/Tun9RiNpQeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lwUd7wUmwUs/s400/irisphotomoon72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686354482215600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;photo by Kendra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiet.  Still.  Rejuvenating.  Healing.  Blessed.  That is how I feel about winter and the darkness it brings.  I welcome it with open arms.  I have needed this time more than ever.  This time of rest gets me ready for spring.  I am a little bit polar bear.  I hibernate.  Move inward and slow down.  It is just where I am at and the calendar validates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-1772420487051176752?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1772420487051176752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=1772420487051176752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1772420487051176752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1772420487051176752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/photo-by-kendra-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jECMtWMeREo/Tun9RiNpQeI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lwUd7wUmwUs/s72-c/irisphotomoon72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-4892408068521872475</id><published>2011-10-31T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:07:00.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicating'/><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>How much is too much?  I ask because I gingerly walk the high wire of communicating to an audience.  I am on the email lists for a number of artists, craftspeople and musicians.  I read about creating tribes, serving a constituency, and playing to a crowd.. It boggles my mind when the closing of some emails has a good 4" of the various and asundry places you could find this particular person.  FB, G+, twitter, zazzle, blogspot, wordpress, etsy, mails and more.  That's a full time job.  I don't think I am that interesting.  You have better things to do than follow me on some digital dead cat swinging frenzy.  I knew an artist back in the 80's who didn't have an answering machine.  She was beginning her 'craft' career.  Her feeling was if you really wanted her work you would keep trying to reach her.  She figured she really wasn't all that hard to find. If I typed her name, you would know her.  I guess it worked for her.  Both ends of the spectrum.  &lt;div&gt;As always I am somewhere in the middle, floating around, swimming in the sea, just propelling forward.  Anyone have any thoughts regarding this?  I would really like to hear what forms of communication you engage in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this I am listening to Tom Waits being interviewed by Terry Gross on Fresh Air.  He said many things which I want to remember and think more about.  So I will go back and listen online tomorrow.  But for now this one stuck:   What's left when you drain the pool?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's in your pool?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-4892408068521872475?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4892408068521872475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=4892408068521872475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4892408068521872475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4892408068521872475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2011/10/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-7321373958049044676</id><published>2011-10-18T09:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T09:40:36.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='linen'/><title type='text'>Time and Change</title><content type='html'>It seems as though when I come to Swimming In The Sea I am writing about change.  Today will not be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change requires energy.  For the last 10 months the lion's share of my energy has been given to all this maternal.  I will not dwell.  But will say that over these 10 months my mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away.  Passed away in a what seems like the speed of light.  Since her passing in May I have been contemplating what it is to be without parents, my original family.  I do not have siblings.  So this is been big-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time... January to now I have been doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE7TlN0RhZU/Tp1_bDNVxDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MF_nXnkpeLM/s1600/detailmustardb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE7TlN0RhZU/Tp1_bDNVxDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MF_nXnkpeLM/s400/detailmustardb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664824008996406322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been stitching.  Like mad.  This is a detail from a whole piece of linen that measures about 2.5' x 4'.  I have come full circle.  I am back to the fiber art I started with at the age of 5.  My mother gave me a little embroidery kit.  Her idea of a kit was thread, needle, fabric and time at her side.  No patterns.  She showed me how to thread the needle, make an end knot, to go in and out/up and down, and finish the thread.  She left me to it.  I wish I had that now.  The meandering I created.  But in a sense I don't need it because it is what I am doing now.  I have more to say about this.  Because it has been a process.  That is such an overused statement---but for this, it is so true.  I will write about this body of work.  And I won't wait 10 months to come back to this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless something changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-7321373958049044676?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7321373958049044676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=7321373958049044676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7321373958049044676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7321373958049044676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-and-change.html' title='Time and Change'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE7TlN0RhZU/Tp1_bDNVxDI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MF_nXnkpeLM/s72-c/detailmustardb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3452580012901758647</id><published>2011-01-12T14:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:20:08.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah Kruger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artworks'/><title type='text'>One Passion, Many Voices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TS4IKMU7O4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zzHB3pYmGmw/s1600/sdashowcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TS4IKMU7O4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zzHB3pYmGmw/s320/sdashowcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561391561049848706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooo show postcards came in the mail yesterday!  One of my favorite things about being in group shows is the postcards.  I am so happy and honored to be in this group.  The large 'feathery' piece above is by &lt;a href="http://cobra.typepad.com/1/"&gt;Deborah Kruger&lt;/a&gt;; 'transforming the fluid and sensuous materials of fiber and wax'. I urge you to visit her site and learn more about this amazing woman and her work.  I was lucky enough to interview &lt;a href="http://valleyfiberlife.squarespace.com/imported-data/encaustic-sabbaticals-and-creativity.html"&gt;Deborah for Valley Fiber Life magazine&lt;/a&gt;.  We had known each other casually for years.  We had never had deep conversations about life, work and energy.  So it was a real treat to sit her in studio and delve into many topics.  Enjoy the read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be showing this piece in One Passion, Many Voices at &lt;a href="http://www.artworksforyou.org"&gt;Artworks!&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TS4K9yJ9gcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5-4HSYnRGis/s1600/P1000771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TS4K9yJ9gcI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5-4HSYnRGis/s320/P1000771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561394646400991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Can Use This Map&lt;/span&gt;, 2010.  36" x 28" rust printed, hand stitched on cotton muslin, folds intentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be demonstrating rust printing at the exhibit in New Bedford, MA on February 19th.  I will announce it if it happens.  I will definitely be at the artist reception on March 5 from 3-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3452580012901758647?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3452580012901758647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3452580012901758647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3452580012901758647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3452580012901758647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-passion-many-voices.html' title='One Passion, Many Voices'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TS4IKMU7O4I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zzHB3pYmGmw/s72-c/sdashowcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-881641780283105349</id><published>2011-01-01T23:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:41:19.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hoosac Tunnel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MassMoca'/><title type='text'>Being Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TR_-qDH50hI/AAAAAAAAAt4/etezDVu_nE0/s1600/24320006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TR_-qDH50hI/AAAAAAAAAt4/etezDVu_nE0/s320/24320006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557440463544898066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I feel about the new year.  Filaments of light suspended in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was taken at a recent visit to &lt;a href="http://www.massmoca.org/"&gt;MassMoCA &lt;/a&gt;in North Adams, MA.  (I can't find my note on the artist name, I will get back to you with that. ) It is a homage to the &lt;a href="http://www.hoosactunnel.net/history.php"&gt;Hoosac Tunnel&lt;/a&gt; in the Berkshires.  The sculpture of mono-filament and light is large enough to walk in.  It was a magical experience.  My husband and I stood face to face surrounded by this light and I just shivered.  I feel I can't be completely eloquent because it was a profound experience.   If you are within a reasonable driving distance to North Adams, MA I urge you to experience this sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TSABRis8gGI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-KHFkgdB9V4/s1600/24320010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TSABRis8gGI/AAAAAAAAAuE/-KHFkgdB9V4/s320/24320010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557443341059915874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to not feel this way about the new year.  That's me in the corner. Kinda looking like Little Miss Muffet.  Wrapper paper never looked so ominous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-881641780283105349?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/881641780283105349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=881641780283105349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/881641780283105349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/881641780283105349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-light.html' title='Being Light'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TR_-qDH50hI/AAAAAAAAAt4/etezDVu_nE0/s72-c/24320006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3667535530491523910</id><published>2010-12-30T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:47:04.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Deep down I know time is an illusion.  But I cannot seem to shake the hold time has on my psyche.  I am forever navigating the moguls of things I want to do, have to do, relaxing, having fun, and just being.  It is that silly time of year when we evaluate what has been and what may be.  I always think of an Eckart Tolle moment with Oprah.  He was talking about being in the moment and he had said something so profound and Oprah said something like ' I hope I will always remember what you just said ' to which he replied-'I hope not'.  She looked amazed.  That was everything in a nutshell.....I hope you don't remember this--take in what you need at this moment and leave the rest behind....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself thinking about what is needed at this moment.  And then I ask-well how long is a moment?  Was that my tail I just passed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is one of my moguls.  (I was a skier.  I love moguls) I think of it often.  I think about how much I want to say and then time slips.  I will do better at catching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a new year.  Many new opportunities on the horizon.  I will share them.  Because I love this mogul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3667535530491523910?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3667535530491523910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3667535530491523910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3667535530491523910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3667535530491523910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-7293707735983686444</id><published>2010-10-04T09:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:08:59.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! What A Great Garlic Fest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TKnY0F7AKxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KDbeQl3vEsI/s1600/postgf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TKnY0F7AKxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KDbeQl3vEsI/s320/postgf2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524184807401073426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the booth, which was  dubbed - The Party Booth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The North Quabbin Garlic &amp;amp; Arts Festival was this past weekend.  This festival is eleven years old, completely volunteer driven and continually entertains its visitors.  I spoke with people from Westchester, NY, Long Island, NY, Boston, VT and Pennsylvania.  It is always a chance to see old friends from around the Quabbin, former classmates and on and on.....We weren't dubbed the Party Booth for nuthin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, every time I am in an exhibition, do a show, participate in a festival I get really, really, really nervous.  But when the work is on the walls and the people start to come I turn it into a little party and we all have a great time. Who couldn't have a great time at this year's Garlic Fest?  After a few days of rain we were all ready for the sunny weekend, good food, good music and great artwork from around the North Quabbin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Response to the birch pieces I have been working on for the past year were overwhelmingly positive.  The compliments are appreciated.  Thanks to those who took pieces home.  I am excited by the commission conversations and ready to  get to work.  Because Art=Work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TKnYz5csRdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ndHilXnctu8/s320/postgf1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524184804052714962" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;time to clean up and get back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-7293707735983686444?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7293707735983686444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=7293707735983686444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7293707735983686444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7293707735983686444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-what-great-garlic-fest.html' title='Wow! What A Great Garlic Fest!!'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TKnY0F7AKxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KDbeQl3vEsI/s72-c/postgf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-5061082397940052250</id><published>2010-07-20T13:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:52:52.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasures'/><title type='text'>Church-a place to bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TEXdke50I0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D9zJFKFNPSw/s1600/vrietta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TEXdke50I0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D9zJFKFNPSw/s400/vrietta.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496042539116143426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This past Sunday's church find-vintage Irish linen threads, cut-work linen, bone rings (whose bones, I don't want to know) mother of pearl buttons, and wooden spools.  All for $3.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my dad was still alive he would call me on a Saturday evening and say, "Meet me at church tomorrow morning?  I will bring the donuts and coffee."  Growing up church was not the white building with a steeple you went to on Sunday mornings.  Church was the the huge flea market in a nearby town.  Church was where we bonded over antiques, people's trash-our treasures, sunshine, donuts and coffee.  Church was where he taught me the fine art of haggling.  Church was where he taught me not everything is at it seems.  Church was our place. When we moved back to the area I was happy to get his phone calls looking for a church get-together.  He has been gone nearly twenty years.  I still go to the huge flea market from time to time.  I still call it church.  I haggle, find great treasures, drink coffee, eat a donut-and think of my dad.  Church was our place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-5061082397940052250?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5061082397940052250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=5061082397940052250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5061082397940052250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5061082397940052250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/07/church-place-to-bond.html' title='Church-a place to bond'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/TEXdke50I0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/D9zJFKFNPSw/s72-c/vrietta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3899507742482604627</id><published>2010-07-16T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:18:38.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>With apologies to David Bowie.  Why so quiet, you ask?  Just life.  Shall we do the list....sure.  I turned 50 in June, my son announced he is moving to California with his girlfriend (she is a sweet girl), my youngest leaves for college in a month (she is a sweet girl, too), and I have to say it again-I turned 50!!!  Now, I know I am not the only person to turn 50 this year.  Just about every one of my classmates from ORHS class of '78 turns 50 this year.  The time leading up to 50 was a lot of hand-wringing---like I could somehow stop it with hand-wringing---some chastising, some nostalgia, and a dash of Bring It On!.  Today I am not quite a month into it and I have to tell you it has been liberating.  I had read that happens but didn't really believe it.  For me it was true, with a little help from my friends.  Four friends got together to raise a glass and ask the important question, "So what gets you juiced up?"  Insert lots of laughs, another bottle of wine and some dessert and you have me on a new path.  I am still obsessively stitching on large pieces of cotton.  But the path now contains freelance work in social media engagement and laying the groundwork for some individual consulting with artists and teaching.  Fifty is ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3899507742482604627?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3899507742482604627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3899507742482604627' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3899507742482604627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3899507742482604627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/07/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-2559815360720367380</id><published>2010-05-04T10:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:52:19.217-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWIST'/><title type='text'>New Tags for New Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S-AzcjnwbiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QKZ4KNCoyQ8/s1600/tag2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S-AzcjnwbiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QKZ4KNCoyQ8/s400/tag2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467426513319128610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S-AzcRvidRI/AAAAAAAAAho/KS8Ix7QxFWo/s1600/tag10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S-AzcRvidRI/AAAAAAAAAho/KS8Ix7QxFWo/s400/tag10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467426508519929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These images are details from larger pieces.  The bottom image has rust printed, upcycled linen as the background.  I think these came out great.  To the printer tomorrow.  TWIST starts Friday.  I am excited about the new work---the bottom image is new work.  I will spend the rest of today figuring out what to bring.  There are good and bad features to having a table-top show.  You don't have to lug around so much. But you are limited as to what and how much you bring.  My large pieces just aren't practical for this venue.  I will have my slide show running so at least the work will be out there.  Very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-2559815360720367380?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2559815360720367380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=2559815360720367380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2559815360720367380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2559815360720367380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-tags-for-new-work.html' title='New Tags for New Work'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S-AzcjnwbiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/QKZ4KNCoyQ8/s72-c/tag2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-6503927126899716550</id><published>2010-04-05T14:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:05:38.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stitching'/><title type='text'>The Conversation Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqZDnpvLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FMpXYNhFXOs/s1600/1wholedetailsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYfc39MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xnVOHlP4B3s/s1600/1wholehoriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYfc39MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xnVOHlP4B3s/s400/1wholehoriz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456790867504788674" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a very fortunate person to have strong artists working nearby.  My friend Sharon is a big part of my process.  I am also grateful to be part of a design group.  I was invited about a year ago.  Getting together with three other artists has been a once-a-month gift.  My work has grown with the input of these women.  It is a simple format of chatting &amp;amp; eating, looking at work - one person at a time. Once the work goes on the wall it is all business.  Fresh eyes on a piece you have been staring at for weeks is welcome.  They ask great questions.  Make me a better artist.  Last week I brought this piece.  I designed it this way.  I loved it.  I love the stitching, the shapes, the play of the painted area in contrast to the wide open spaces.  It was saying what I wanted to say ( more on that later, when it is completely done).  When I hung it up and walked way back, it was lacking.  What was going on?  The lyrical play of space, paint and stitching were faltering.  The conversation between us began..."What if there was more stitching up here?"  "What if you added more painting over there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYoojeTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/K0xJxNCOTLE/s1600/1wholevert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYoojeTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/K0xJxNCOTLE/s400/1wholevert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456790869969697074" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYfc39MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xnVOHlP4B3s/s1600/1wholehoriz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then L. said "What if you turn it 90 degrees".... voila!  The issues were resolved.  It no longer needed more paint....more stitching.  It worked.  What was that Carly Simon song...&lt;i&gt;when you are unhappy take a new picture, find a new view.  &lt;/i&gt;I started to find new areas in the piece I had totally missed, I was seeing the edges differently.  The edge of the painted area really popped and looked as though it was beckoning to the stitches....&lt;i&gt;let us be a part of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Which brings it all back to the beginning.  Conversations between elements.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how I am viewing it now.  It is a good view.  Once again, design group comes through.  Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqZDnpvLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FMpXYNhFXOs/s1600/1wholedetailsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqZDnpvLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FMpXYNhFXOs/s400/1wholedetailsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456790877213670578" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYoojeTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/K0xJxNCOTLE/s1600/1wholevert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a detail of some stitching. I am enthralled with random, free-flowing, free-form stitching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-6503927126899716550?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6503927126899716550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=6503927126899716550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6503927126899716550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6503927126899716550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversation-continues.html' title='The Conversation Continues'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S7pqYfc39MI/AAAAAAAAAg8/xnVOHlP4B3s/s72-c/1wholehoriz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-1824398090813594062</id><published>2010-03-20T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:46:58.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a little conversation</title><content type='html'>Today in north central Massachusetts it is breezy and warm.  The sun is shining.  I was sitting in the backyard.  Behind the sounds of the road and my husband working on one of the motorcycles I heard woodpeckers.  Woodpeckers on either side of the property.  One would taptaptapaptaptpatpatap and then the other would taptaptpatpatpatptptaptap.  One was on a decidedly hollow-ish tree, the other not.  They were talking to each other.  It was quite a lengthy conversation.  "How'd you do this winter?"  "Not bad, how about you?".....  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drifted off to thinking about the latest whole cloth map piece I have been working on.  When I was reminded that really successful pieces are conversations.  The elements converse with each other. It goes back and forth.  They are congenial.  They get along.  They wonder how each other's winters were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you can hear the conversation you know the piece is working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-1824398090813594062?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1824398090813594062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=1824398090813594062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1824398090813594062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1824398090813594062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-conversation.html' title='a little conversation'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-1724793483306181314</id><published>2010-03-08T21:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:28:27.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;I was talking with my friend Chris the other day.  Chris is a felt artist of the highest order, owner of New England Felting Supply/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.feltingsupply.com/"&gt;www.feltingsupply.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and an all around fun and fabulous woman.  We were talking about blogs and how so many of the blogs she comes across lack focus.  Which made me go back and read my blog.  I wouldn't call it fuzzy (the opposite of in focus).  It has jumped around-'let's show Chirps, let's show trees, let's show quilts'.  Do you sense a pattern here?  Yeah, there is no pattern.  And what is that saying about me?  What do I want my work to say about me?  What baffles me is when I am working at a job-job, focus is my middle name.  "Get the job done".  When it comes to art I jump on the wind and let me take it where it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which is why there are days I walk into the studio and just don't know what to do.  So I make a tote bag.  Anybody want a tote bag?  I seem to be accumulating a lot of tote bags.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This mental exercise has led me to let go of the Chirps.  Fly, be free.  I will be selling the remaining chirps at the Orange Innovation Center Open Studio and Artisan Sale on March 27 at 10:00am at OIC on West Main St. Orange, MA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;Three cheers for more focus.  I am not done.  More down the path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanks, Chris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-1724793483306181314?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1724793483306181314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=1724793483306181314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1724793483306181314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1724793483306181314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/03/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-817579622526437152</id><published>2010-03-05T16:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:49:58.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S5F8LmE_UOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WPvk6mss2bo/s1600-h/mergegrnswirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S5F8LmE_UOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WPvk6mss2bo/s400/mergegrnswirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445269963109519586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't discovered the power of the Bleach Pen don't wait much longer. Fun, fun, fun-albeit toxic fun-so make sure you have windows open or use it outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am awaiting discharge paste from Pro-Chem, but I couldn't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the I hit some black linen, blue cotton and a Hoffman batik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-817579622526437152?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/817579622526437152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=817579622526437152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/817579622526437152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/817579622526437152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/03/bleach.html' title='Bleach'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S5F8LmE_UOI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WPvk6mss2bo/s72-c/mergegrnswirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3465286652807758310</id><published>2010-02-28T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:01:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playful as Dolphins</title><content type='html'>I am a huge fan of FreeWill Astrology &lt;a href="http://www.freewillastrology.com"&gt; http://www.freewillastrology.com&lt;/a&gt;  I am a Cancer and my horoscope, could it be your as well,  for last week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Last night I had a dream in which I was addressing a crowd of thousands of Cancerians in a large stadium. I was referring to them as dolphins rather than as crabs. "I say unto you, my fellow dolphins," I proclaimed (I myself was born June 23), "that you have been given a sacred assignment by the great gods of time themselves. And that assignment is to master the art of Timeology." When I awoke from the dream, I was awash with feelings of deep relaxation and ease, although I wasn't sure why. I had never before heard that word "timeology," so I googled it. Here's how the Urban Dictionary defined it: "spending time doing what you want to do, not accomplishing anything major but also not wasting time." It so happens that this prescription is well-suited to our current astrological omens. I suggest that you and I be as playful as dolphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;which I wish I had read last week.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3465286652807758310?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3465286652807758310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3465286652807758310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3465286652807758310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3465286652807758310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/playful-as-dolphins.html' title='Playful as Dolphins'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-913790133346210776</id><published>2010-02-28T11:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:19:37.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dyeing'/><title type='text'>Dyeing - Oh My.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4qV9mC5VrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T15v70ffHAs/s1600-h/puprledye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4qV9mC5VrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T15v70ffHAs/s400/puprledye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443327985047918258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been wanting to try my hand at dyeing for quite some time.  Kendra came home from a friend's house with a t-shirt she had dyed.  It needed rinsing.  Instead of watching all that lovely dye go down the drain I caught in a big pot.  Then I started scouring around for things to throw in.  (Good thing we don't have a white cat---)  I found an old curtain, a piece of vintage Sister Parrish fabric, muslin, canvas and a lovely linen handkerchief I picked up at Savers.  The linen handkerchief I tied with string - my first shibori - everything else just went in the pot.  What you see above is the result of about 10 hours in the dye, rinsed, washed in the machine and dried in the dryer.  I am hooked.  Just don't tell my dear husband there are yet more art supplies to be had and they coming into the house.  It is going to be a very colorful spring.  If anybody who lives in the area wants to come play for a dye day let me know.  The more the merrier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-913790133346210776?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/913790133346210776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=913790133346210776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/913790133346210776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/913790133346210776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/dyeing-oh-my.html' title='Dyeing - Oh My.....'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4qV9mC5VrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/T15v70ffHAs/s72-c/puprledye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-9105939786050143480</id><published>2010-02-25T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:58:27.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Online Shop</title><content type='html'>I have just started participating in 1000 Markets.  Visit my shop at: &lt;a href="http://www.1000markets.com/shops/lindaruelflynn"&gt;http://www.1000markets.com/shops/lindaruelflynn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how this does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-9105939786050143480?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9105939786050143480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=9105939786050143480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/9105939786050143480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/9105939786050143480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-online-shop.html' title='New Online Shop'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-481603047848380262</id><published>2010-02-23T14:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:48:34.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birches'/><title type='text'>Just About Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4QwyfaVuKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4t0g6Kq9j6E/s1600-h/tallbirches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4QwyfaVuKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4t0g6Kq9j6E/s400/tallbirches.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441527893753968802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love how these birch pieces are coming along.  I can feel the wind blowing the leaves off the trees.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little piece of New England for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-481603047848380262?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/481603047848380262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=481603047848380262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/481603047848380262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/481603047848380262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-about-done.html' title='Just About Done'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S4QwyfaVuKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4t0g6Kq9j6E/s72-c/tallbirches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-826628109953165215</id><published>2010-02-04T08:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:21:11.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mega Doily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2rSjqbI4UI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ODuVUx4SQ2A/s1600-h/megadoily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2rSjqbI4UI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ODuVUx4SQ2A/s400/megadoily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434387410501296450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is so very cool.  I love it when people take an object and mentally pull at it to envision in a whole new way.  This mega doily is from &lt;a href="http://www.ladiesandgentlemenstudio.com/originals/"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen&lt;/a&gt; .  Wonder if our grandmothers ever thought making a huge doily to walk on?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I am on the lookout for balance, here is the antithesis:  Miniature Doily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2rUwF9vP6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/A9p9SsxW0ss/s400/minidoily2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434389823075860386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 177px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-patternscentral.com/detail.html?source=froogle&amp;amp;prod_id=155"&gt; e pattern central&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I first saw the mega doily on &lt;a href="http://www.ohjoy.blogs.com/"&gt;Oh Joy!&lt;/a&gt;  A fun design blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun today thinking about the large and small of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-826628109953165215?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/826628109953165215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=826628109953165215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/826628109953165215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/826628109953165215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/mega-doily.html' title='Mega Doily'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2rSjqbI4UI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ODuVUx4SQ2A/s72-c/megadoily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-6698538143509328114</id><published>2010-02-03T14:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:55:13.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2nUI45OMCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EV-Xpn0q12c/s1600-h/snorrisdish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2nUI45OMCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EV-Xpn0q12c/s400/snorrisdish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434107674575646754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;This morning I had the good fortune to meet and interview Scott Norris of Elam's Widow, &lt;a href="http://elamswidow.com/"&gt;http://elamswidow.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Scott weaves linen textiles for the home. Tablecloths, dish cloths and towels in dreamy hand-dyed shades of lavender, green, grey and more.   The minute I walked into his lemongrass painted studio I felt an ease and excitement at the same time. What followed was an hour or so of easy conversation about Scott's path to weaving, his palette choice, and a genuine love of fabric.  I left his studio feeling as though I had been given a gift of tranquility, inspiration, knowledge and color.   Please head over to Scott's website and see his work.  I guarantee you will be left dreaming about using one of the most beautiful dishcloths you have ever seen.  And trust me, they feel even better than they look.  Enjoy!!!  You can read my interview with Scott in the next month or so on &lt;a href="http://valleyfiberlife.com/"&gt;valleyfiberlife.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-6698538143509328114?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6698538143509328114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=6698538143509328114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6698538143509328114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6698538143509328114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2nUI45OMCI/AAAAAAAAAcA/EV-Xpn0q12c/s72-c/snorrisdish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-4419720198207045528</id><published>2010-01-27T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:07:48.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabric illustration for the local food co-op</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2B-Sr-rgfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vguOvJWUSXg/s1600-h/nqclogo2a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2B-Sr-rgfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vguOvJWUSXg/s400/nqclogo2a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431480010117186034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;image copyright 2010 Linda Ruel Flynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the art quilt (hand-dyed cotton, machine and hand stitched) illustration I created for the North Quabbin Community Co-op, &lt;a href="http://northquabbinfoodco-op.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://northquabbinfoodco-op.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy of Shelter Bookworks &lt;a href="http://www.shelterbookworks.com/"&gt;http://www.shelterbookworks.com/&lt;/a&gt;, is picking a type to complement the illustration.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took the simple concept of farm to table and made the farm and table one.  It was great fun making little veggies, plates, silverware and most of all the trellis  laden with peas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-4419720198207045528?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4419720198207045528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=4419720198207045528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4419720198207045528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4419720198207045528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/01/fabric-illustration-for-local-food-co.html' title='Fabric illustration for the local food co-op'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S2B-Sr-rgfI/AAAAAAAAAbw/vguOvJWUSXg/s72-c/nqclogo2a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-2058804903662112260</id><published>2010-01-16T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:11:42.818-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshops'/><title type='text'>The Surface As Playground/Return to Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S1J99a2skQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tf7tiQ_hbQY/s1600-h/blogcard72.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S1J99a2skQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tf7tiQ_hbQY/s400/blogcard72.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427538995069096194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(click on the image to see larger image)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This class is being held at Cherscapes Fiber Studio at 278 Main St. Suite #307, Greenfield, MA .&lt;div&gt;Tuesdays, March 30, April 6 &amp;amp; 13 from 6 - 8 pm.  Email me with any questions.  linda.ruelflynn@gmail.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-2058804903662112260?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2058804903662112260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=2058804903662112260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2058804903662112260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2058804903662112260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2010/01/surface-as-playground.html' title='The Surface As Playground/Return to Teaching'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/S1J99a2skQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/tf7tiQ_hbQY/s72-c/blogcard72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-8416552379180724200</id><published>2009-12-31T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:48:27.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another</title><content type='html'>Another year,&lt;br /&gt;opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;chance, &lt;br /&gt;quilt, &lt;br /&gt;painting, &lt;br /&gt;kiss,&lt;br /&gt;celebration,&lt;br /&gt;thought,&lt;br /&gt;prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-8416552379180724200?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8416552379180724200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=8416552379180724200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8416552379180724200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8416552379180724200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/12/another.html' title='Another'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-5180172335390957250</id><published>2009-12-16T09:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:55:12.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Syk6cHHrPLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aRTKJFbAqbk/s1600-h/2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Syk6cHHrPLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aRTKJFbAqbk/s400/2816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415924281511722162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is coming to an end with new opportunities floating on the waves.  I am embracing them with a whole and open heart.  These coincide with the natural tendency of this time of year to reflect and look forward.  I usually begin this process by chastising myself for what I haven't done.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instead&lt;/span&gt; I am employing some wisdom that has come my way via my friend Lydia (see Lydia's work at &lt;a href="http://www.lydiagrey.com/"&gt;www.lydiagrey.com&lt;/a&gt;)  &amp;amp; Byron Katie--'Love what is.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have approached these past months with balance in mind.  Working on the artwork and writing that I want to nourish both my being and my checkbook. Tending to my home, my family, my friends and my community.  I can honestly say I have done all of the above.  Could I have done more?  Probably, but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am loving what is at this moment.  Sincerely hoping you are loving as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-5180172335390957250?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5180172335390957250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=5180172335390957250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5180172335390957250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5180172335390957250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-is-coming-to-end-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Syk6cHHrPLI/AAAAAAAAAaY/aRTKJFbAqbk/s72-c/2816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-2215219973334581421</id><published>2009-12-14T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:01:09.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play</title><content type='html'>I have had a few teaching opportunities come my way.  I really like teaching-energizing a group, watching people solve problems, imparting information and waiting for the AHA moment that inevitably comes.  I am working on the workshop(s) contents, making a package......tentative title to the workshop experience.....The Surface is Your Playground.  It is exactly how I feel when I begin working.  Remember running to the playground at recess----you just couldn't wait to run, jump, fly down the slide, play in the brook(we had a brook). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if you approached a quilt like that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would THAT look like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought for this gorgeous, pink sky day in December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-2215219973334581421?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2215219973334581421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=2215219973334581421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2215219973334581421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2215219973334581421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-play.html' title='Let&apos;s Play'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-4474769637804774025</id><published>2009-12-08T09:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:45:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another step forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5l-6WrQRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3qcj7je3v18/s1600-h/chirpchirp72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5l-6WrQRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3qcj7je3v18/s320/chirpchirp72dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412875933636575506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5iMYPnHSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/z5y0BAtgcXk/s1600-h/NQWLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5iMYPnHSI/AAAAAAAAAY8/z5y0BAtgcXk/s320/NQWLogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412871766951796002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://northquabbinwoods.org/vendors/120"&gt;http://northquabbinwoods.org/vendors/120&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chirps are at North Quabbin Woods.  Shop online or at the store, 1 East Main St. Orange, MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5krdHmmkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BzUSlGPGwNI/s1600-h/96_popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5krdHmmkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/BzUSlGPGwNI/s320/96_popup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412874499859585602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store is chock full of locally made goods.  Love this bench by Ron Jacobs of Rustic Wood Creations.  If you are looking for gifts from the hand please peruse the site.  You are buying as close to the source as you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-4474769637804774025?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4474769637804774025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=4474769637804774025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4474769637804774025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4474769637804774025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-step-forward.html' title='Another step forward'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sx5l-6WrQRI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3qcj7je3v18/s72-c/chirpchirp72dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-923017425299798810</id><published>2009-11-30T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:35:15.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Studio Event-Dec. 5 &amp; 6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_t6fmhSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZDDMBagd1TE/s1600/dkbluejungle272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_t6fmhSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZDDMBagd1TE/s320/dkbluejungle272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410089479151453474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy getting ready for this weekend's Open Studio Event. Dec. 5 &amp;amp; 6, 10-6, 10-5pm at the studio.  Send me an email, linda.ruelflynn@gmail and I will send you directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; New work to share....I am loving the colored background of these new pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_uM2TfUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9TnYOSYpWC8/s1600/littlepinkgirls72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_uM2TfUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/9TnYOSYpWC8/s320/littlepinkgirls72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410089484078513474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_uayOUqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rFBE7rNrk-0/s1600/littleorange72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_uayOUqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rFBE7rNrk-0/s320/littleorange72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410089487819494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-923017425299798810?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/923017425299798810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=923017425299798810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/923017425299798810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/923017425299798810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/open-studio-event-dec-5-6.html' title='Open Studio Event-Dec. 5 &amp; 6.'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SxR_t6fmhSI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ZDDMBagd1TE/s72-c/dkbluejungle272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-8179892975217648593</id><published>2009-11-23T00:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:50:50.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwohXqemyDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zIwqz0_1274/s1600/largebirch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwohXqemyDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zIwqz0_1274/s320/largebirch1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170993035069490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the latest in the New England Birch series.  Three feet wide by one foot tall.  I am using large pieces of hand-dyed fabrics from Margaret Stancer of Pelham.  I love her fabric.  I don't know how she does what she does but I am so happy she does it.  The placement of the blue in the midst of the green is the perfect suggestion of water running through the stand of trees.  A pleasure to work with such yumminess.  That is a fiber technical term....yumminess.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-click on the image above to see a larger version-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-8179892975217648593?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8179892975217648593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=8179892975217648593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8179892975217648593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8179892975217648593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-process.html' title='In Process'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwohXqemyDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/zIwqz0_1274/s72-c/largebirch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-7026095537520506558</id><published>2009-11-21T16:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:21:03.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwhYq1oJKpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MKiIkFuYd2A/s1600/fog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwhYc34oveI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPLU6GARBuw/s320/fog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406668605719363042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was teaching I would tell my students - cherubic first and second graders - to look at their world.  Not just glance around, but to really look.  Looking takes time.  Time well spent.  I have been taking the time to look.  To really see what is around me.  More importantly, I am taking the time to stop, see and absorb what I am experiencing.  This picture was taken Friday morning about 8:20am in S. Hadley along the Connecticut River.   The fog wafting from the water pulled me to the river bank.  It was magic.  I watched for about 15 minutes as it twirled and swirled over the water.  A piece of me went over the river.  I will savor this quite a long time.  Who knows where it will pop up in my work in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwhYq1oJKpI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MKiIkFuYd2A/s320/fog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406668845631482514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwhYc34oveI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPLU6GARBuw/s1600%3Cbr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-7026095537520506558?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7026095537520506558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=7026095537520506558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7026095537520506558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7026095537520506558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/daily-inspiration.html' title='Daily Inspiration'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwhYc34oveI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/OPLU6GARBuw/s72-c/fog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-7530968014262700741</id><published>2009-11-18T18:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:30:26.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwSCSVyyC5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/49KNMYAiVho/s1600/birdiebluetryp72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwSCSVyyC5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/49KNMYAiVho/s320/birdiebluetryp72dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405588704350833554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwSCSMj5REI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Ymb7hKKCRNo/s1600/purplechirp72dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwSCSMj5REI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Ymb7hKKCRNo/s320/purplechirp72dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405588701872473154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Chirps&lt;/span&gt;- Sweet little bird quilts with hand-dyed fabric, hand-dyed embroidery cotton and a whole lot of fun.  Having a great time divining the personalities of these little darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-7530968014262700741?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7530968014262700741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=7530968014262700741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7530968014262700741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7530968014262700741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/chrips.html' title='Chirps'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SwSCSVyyC5I/AAAAAAAAAW8/49KNMYAiVho/s72-c/birdiebluetryp72dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-2522020770482198932</id><published>2009-09-17T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:59:15.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Allowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SrJMwiXwVVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FhG_wJWJ1sk/s1600-h/60ssun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SrJMwiXwVVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FhG_wJWJ1sk/s320/60ssun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382448901405037906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SrJMwD7EvfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XZn30BWWgOE/s1600-h/sandpiper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SrJMwD7EvfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/XZn30BWWgOE/s320/sandpiper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382448893231676914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New work here.  I love love love making the circle giggles, like the green/orange one to the left.  I have always had an affinity for enso circles, and circles in general (maybe that's why I love cookies).  But when I started doing the bird scenes people had such a positive response to them.  I didn't expect that.  I love making those too.  It feeds my secret desire to do illustration.  So now I am going to feed my secret desire some more and watch what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just be cranky for a second.  My favorite fabric in Northampton closed this past summer.  Every contemporary quilter in the area cried. So as I am getting all this work done I am watching my stash dwindle.  Where am I going to buy this fabulous fabric?  I resist buying online.  I want to feel the fabric.  What looks pretty is not always made well.  Gee, maybe I have to go to NYC on a little buying trip!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-2522020770482198932?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2522020770482198932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=2522020770482198932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2522020770482198932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2522020770482198932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/allowing.html' title='Allowing'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SrJMwiXwVVI/AAAAAAAAAP8/FhG_wJWJ1sk/s72-c/60ssun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-128034368142556821</id><published>2009-09-01T18:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:10:57.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Working Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sp2pq1YvpuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XKoK8TP5j18/s1600-h/working2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sp2pq1YvpuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XKoK8TP5j18/s320/working2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640083500705506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sp2pqTMpeII/AAAAAAAAAPA/wPd_GGkhmso/s1600-h/working.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sp2pqTMpeII/AAAAAAAAAPA/wPd_GGkhmso/s320/working.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376640074323163266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day.  Much accomplished.  This is what it looks like when I am done.  The fruits are above the mess.  I was feeling daunted by the deadline of the Garlic Fest.  Now I am invigorated.  Just give me a deadline and away I go.  Take heart, this isn't the only space on which to create.  The studio is bigger than this.  More pics some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-128034368142556821?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/128034368142556821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=128034368142556821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/128034368142556821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/128034368142556821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-working-here.html' title='I&apos;m Working Here'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Sp2pq1YvpuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XKoK8TP5j18/s72-c/working2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-8333623271110790547</id><published>2009-08-31T19:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:13:24.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Case for  Not Pushing It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Spxmj0-GvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eyui2ozZgMM/s1600-h/piece1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Spxmj0-GvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eyui2ozZgMM/s320/piece1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284820874116418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Spxk0kkveXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8Wy9v1iew7Y/s1600-h/fullsizepiece1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Spxk0kkveXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/8Wy9v1iew7Y/s320/fullsizepiece1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376282909507287410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Not Pushing It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece is 18 x 18, stretched around canvas stretchers-just like the giggles.  I didn't think I was going to like this larger size.  But this piece works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central part was made last week.  I wanted it to be part of 12" x 36" piece. It just wasn't working.  Spent hours...hours...hours forcing it into the space, attaching printed fabric to the sides, attaching painted fabric to the sides, tear it out...try something else....NOTHING was working.  AARRGGHH.  I tacked it to the wall and left.  Four days go by.  I walk into the studio this morning, lay it on the 18 x 18 and eureka, it worked.  Pulled the dark blue fabric to the sides and I was a happy camper.  Added a few more yellow hand stitches, stretched it, signed it and voila! 1 down, 22 go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral to the story..see above...Not Pushing It.  Just because you want something to be a certain way doesn't mean you can bully it to fit.  There was no convincing that fabric to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I quilt the more I find metaphors for dealing with people.  Just because you want someone to behave a way you think they should....doesn't mean they will.  My Dr. Phil moment is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-8333623271110790547?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8333623271110790547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=8333623271110790547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8333623271110790547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8333623271110790547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/case-for-not-pushing-it.html' title='The Case for  Not Pushing It'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/Spxmj0-GvUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eyui2ozZgMM/s72-c/piece1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-6010599697000554991</id><published>2009-05-11T13:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:29:21.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghbzF2tnvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yNIl-Fft3xU/s1600-h/statement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghbzF2tnvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yNIl-Fft3xU/s320/statement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334614691923468018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please indulge me just a little longer.  I want to share my artist statement.  This is written to go with the Giggles.  I find it necessary to make a statement about each series.  To write one statement to encompass all seems daunting and not quite relevant to the moment.  Striving to be in the moment.&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/you/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My work is born out of sheer play with fabric. I call this series Giggles. Giggles started as an exercise of letting loose and getting back into creating artwork.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The exercise grew into a thoughtful process of merging color and pattern to create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tangible joy in a pleasing design.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I work in cotton fabric, batting and thread.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I alter commercial and hand-dyed fabrics with paint, bleach and thread to create a fabric that is more of my statement rather than the fabric designer’s statement. I also seek to recycle as much fabric from other projects as possible. I employ traditional and non-traditional quilting techniques with contemporary designs to create these quilts of fun. The more I made, the more I laughed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The laughing was infectious and people started purchasing Giggles to have a colorful, fiber laugh to take home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This work is all about sharing the laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/you/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Eurostile; 	panose-1:2 11 5 4 2 2 2 5 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:.5in .5in .5in 3.5in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The great thing about this, I didn't set it in concrete.  It can change.  I am sure it will.  I grow, the work changes, so must the statement that goes along with it.  If you are having issues writing a statement ( I told Alicia I would rather have a root canal) she said something perfect...start with small thoughts and then link them together into larger thoughts.  Perfect.  Small is a great place to start.  Now that I think of it, the Giggles started out at 3" x 3".  Now they up to 12" square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for the moment.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Eurostile;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-6010599697000554991?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6010599697000554991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=6010599697000554991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6010599697000554991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6010599697000554991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/artist-statement.html' title='The Artist Statement'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghbzF2tnvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yNIl-Fft3xU/s72-c/statement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-7619281159670394615</id><published>2009-05-11T12:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:30:07.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in the World, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghX0Lf0PsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SN6kkC3ShE8/s1600-h/roomview72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghX0Lf0PsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SN6kkC3ShE8/s320/roomview72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334610312571403970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giggles are out in the world again.  This time at the Gardner Ale House, &lt;a href="http://www.gardnerale.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;gardnerale&lt;/b&gt;.com/&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles are on display from May 11 through June 22 with a reception on Sunday, May 17 from 3-5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has three new pieces.  I am loving them, especially the middle piece.  It is called 'Your Turn'.  Reminds me of a game board.  The piece on the right, 'Escaping' is employing some of the techniques of the larger pieces I am working on.  Bleaching, attaching other fibers etc.  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I venture to put this work out into the world more and more I searched for a way to really connect to the community they are displayed in.  To that end I have decided wherever the Giggles go I will be donating ten percent of the sales to that community's food pantry.  Recipient of ten percent of Gardner Ale House sales is the Gardner CAC, &lt;a href="http://www.gardnercac.org/home.html"&gt;http://www.gardnercac.org/home.html&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the larger pieces next time.  Also, getting ready to submit an exhibition proposal to a gallery, been a long time since I was on the submitting end.  Thankful I have had the opportunities to be on the reading end of things.  I should ace it, right?  Pressssssure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gardnerale.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-7619281159670394615?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7619281159670394615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=7619281159670394615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7619281159670394615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/7619281159670394615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/giggles-are-out-in-world-again.html' title='Out in the World, Part 2'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SghX0Lf0PsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SN6kkC3ShE8/s72-c/roomview72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-1568638723570641454</id><published>2009-04-13T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:12:33.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Into the World</title><content type='html'>Giggles are getting out of the studio and going to Greenfield.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be there as &lt;/span&gt;Laughing Fibers-Linda Ruel Flynn&lt;/span&gt;.  I am happy to be re-connecting with old friends.  Extremely talented potter Lydia Grey, see her work at &lt;a href="http://www.lydiagrey.com/"&gt;www.lydiagrey.com,   &lt;/a&gt;invited me to participate in the  Greenfield Green Fair,  &lt;a href="http://www.greenfieldgreenfair.com/"&gt;www.greenfieldgreenfair. com&lt;/a&gt; with other artisans to promote their work as well as buying local when needing a gift, home decor, clothing etc.  If you are in the Pioneer Valley this weekend, come check it out.  Lets see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-1568638723570641454?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1568638723570641454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=1568638723570641454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1568638723570641454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/1568638723570641454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-into-world.html' title='Out Into the World'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-5556626460330950751</id><published>2009-03-25T10:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:56:53.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/ScpEyHAuCVI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIlE5EExeIA/s1600-h/yellowmap2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/ScpEyHAuCVI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIlE5EExeIA/s320/yellowmap2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137937730505042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/ScpEsH8lqGI/AAAAAAAAACE/QW1_KV1hP80/s1600-h/yellowmap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/ScpEsH8lqGI/AAAAAAAAACE/QW1_KV1hP80/s320/yellowmap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317137834902399074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like sharing pieces that are in process.  Glimpsing the unfinished, the unresolved.  Here are couple of pictures of my most recent piece.  I am continuing with the mapping series. I am enjoying the whole cloth approach to these pieces.  Painting on the fabric, cutting, applying stitching, inserting imagery.   Creating a map of our everchanging landscapes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-5556626460330950751?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5556626460330950751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=5556626460330950751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5556626460330950751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5556626460330950751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-process.html' title='In Process'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/ScpEyHAuCVI/AAAAAAAAACM/JIlE5EExeIA/s72-c/yellowmap2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-5432090423599549792</id><published>2009-03-05T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:18:41.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Use This Map</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SbBNcO5lskI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k9mWfrjbA6s/s1600-h/wecanusethismap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SbBNcO5lskI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k9mWfrjbA6s/s320/wecanusethismap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309829108101132866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Can Use This Map&lt;/span&gt;, copyright Linda Ruel Flynn, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;(Please do not use this image without permission.  It is not nice.  Just ask.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the piece I sent off to the Surface Design Members' Exhibit in Kansas City, MO.  I began a series of 'whole cloth' quilts that are grounded in daily news reports of loss of land mass, polluted water, displaced species etc.  I began to think about the need for our own maps.  What would we use to guide ourselves when the cartographers can't keep up with the ever changing landscape?  This piece is a glimpse of what the other quilts look and feel like.  A map made by an amateur cartographer, used by a community, folded, torn, changed on a whim.  It is a tool.  I take great inspiration from the American slave quilts used as maps and communications during the underground railroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-5432090423599549792?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5432090423599549792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=5432090423599549792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5432090423599549792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/5432090423599549792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-can-use-this-map.html' title='We Can Use This Map'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SbBNcO5lskI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k9mWfrjbA6s/s72-c/wecanusethismap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3788698715412955784</id><published>2009-03-02T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:30:31.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The argument to just keep going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SawjIf6zNzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/unEpGnOqG0o/s1600-h/ASPARAGUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SawjIf6zNzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/unEpGnOqG0o/s320/ASPARAGUS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308656689677023026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am going to channel asparagus energy from now on.   I bought asparagus about five days ago.  Recut the ends, like you are supposed to, put the bunch in a couple inches of water until we were ready to eat it.  Well, it is growing.  Check out the asparagus sprouts.  Now I feel like I can't eat it.  It is growing.  Now, I don't have any trouble going out to the garden and cutting whatever I want for dinner.  Somehow this is different.  It just doesn't want to go gently into that good night of sauteed leeks and garlic.  At the same time, those new shoots are probably going to be mighty tender.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the next time you think-that is it, I give up, think of the asparagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3788698715412955784?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3788698715412955784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3788698715412955784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3788698715412955784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3788698715412955784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/argument-to-just-keep-going.html' title='The argument to just keep going'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SawjIf6zNzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/unEpGnOqG0o/s72-c/ASPARAGUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-6898643279883922223</id><published>2009-02-15T20:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:47:07.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Bigger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SZjD2MmOiwI/AAAAAAAAABs/yMvgBhv-mmg/s1600-h/12greenleav72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SZjD2MmOiwI/AAAAAAAAABs/yMvgBhv-mmg/s320/12greenleav72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303203897090673410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Work&lt;br /&gt;The last pieces were small, 3 and 4 inches square.  This piece is 12" square.  This piece incorporates a new technique I have been using.  Painting on fusible webbing.  It has rocked my world.  As always photography is a stumbling block for me (so thanks to Jim dear for taking pics)  Just wanted to show some new work.  Some topics I will be talking about soon...oblique strategies and the surface-not necessarily at the same time.  Absolutely Fabulous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-6898643279883922223?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6898643279883922223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=6898643279883922223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6898643279883922223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6898643279883922223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-work-last-pieces-were-small-3-and-4.html' title='Going Bigger'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SZjD2MmOiwI/AAAAAAAAABs/yMvgBhv-mmg/s72-c/12greenleav72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-3973523208530891138</id><published>2009-01-09T10:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:02:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back in the Studio</title><content type='html'>...or at least the frame of mind to be back in the studio.  Transitions are sometimes hard to navigate.  I never seem to have trouble going from working to being home, cooking, throwing myself into family life.  It is taking myself from home, and all its coziness, to go back to work.  Even though I love the work.  It is taking the step to the unknown.  Maybe I should look into cultural rituals that mark transition.  Like the African American tradition of jumping over the broomstick at the wedding.  The Jewish wedding tradition of stepping on a glass wrapped in fabric.  What's my ritual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to get back I am looking the last thing I finished (finished is relative here) before the holidays.  I resolved the design from a previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of moving around, serious editing and minimal "quilting".  I am starting to not even think of these as quilts so much as fabric assemblages.  Now that I type that let's not go down the label path.  ick.  As my good friend Kathleen says, "It is what it is."  How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdyoQXWssI/AAAAAAAAABc/shqTheu6dNk/s1600-h/tangentdetail09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdyoQXWssI/AAAAAAAAABc/shqTheu6dNk/s320/tangentdetail09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289322323283194562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdxJyqzu0I/AAAAAAAAABU/EN-_MXEIsMU/s1600-h/tangent09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdxJyqzu0I/AAAAAAAAABU/EN-_MXEIsMU/s320/tangent09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320700404022082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.  I am fascinated with the bits and pieces falling about.  Patterning and what happens between the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdzfN0aEgI/AAAAAAAAABk/LguAPC4q-C8/s1600-h/roadlines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdzfN0aEgI/AAAAAAAAABk/LguAPC4q-C8/s320/roadlines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289323267492549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop on my way home this morning.  Waiting for my turn while the chipper took care of the many fallen trees around here from previous ice storm.  I looked out the window and couldn't resist the lines in the road, the cracking and patterning.  Took out my camera and here it is.  I will be playing with this later.  We see what we are drawn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-3973523208530891138?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3973523208530891138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=3973523208530891138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3973523208530891138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/3973523208530891138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-back-in-studio.html' title='Getting Back in the Studio'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SWdyoQXWssI/AAAAAAAAABc/shqTheu6dNk/s72-c/tangentdetail09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-4867401870129249141</id><published>2008-12-10T18:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:19:40.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketchbook'/><title type='text'>Not in the studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SUBLOsojcRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ia7-q0rZczI/s1600-h/current_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SUBLOsojcRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ia7-q0rZczI/s320/current_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278301479149728018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to have a beautiful place to work.  My dear friend and artist, Sharon McCartney-see her studio and work in this Interweave Press publication&lt;a href="http://"&gt;http://www.interweave.com/magazines/&lt;/a&gt;, graciously allows me to work in her classroom space.  It has been a gift.  One I am thankful for on a daily basis.  But today I wasn't there.  I had planned to be there but I was sidetracked - those tangents again - by books.  First time in the library then at Barnes and Noble.  Sitting with stacks of books and magazines, pouring through information, inspiration, getting answers to technical questions and more.  I filled three pages in the sketchbook with websites to visit, notes, thoughts, pictures.  I started out feeling guilty that I wasn't working, but soon realized this was just as, if not more productive, for the day.   Now, to utilize the sketchbook.  I will be posting pictures of sketchbook pages.  It is one of the best tools I employ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-4867401870129249141?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4867401870129249141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=4867401870129249141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4867401870129249141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/4867401870129249141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-in-studio.html' title='Not in the studio'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/SUBLOsojcRI/AAAAAAAAABM/Ia7-q0rZczI/s72-c/current_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-2841071014737630719</id><published>2008-12-06T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:42:51.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit of the Tangent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsNDvMK75I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zxJDUXWuKKU/s1600-h/t1det.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsNDvMK75I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zxJDUXWuKKU/s320/t1det.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276825746252951442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsL7kxElNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tGIEMRePvdY/s1600-h/tangent2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsL7kxElNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tGIEMRePvdY/s320/tangent2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276824506504352978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsK0ziUR7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NG0FWqw5YdI/s1600-h/tangent1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsK0ziUR7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NG0FWqw5YdI/s320/tangent1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276823290698287026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pieces are pure play.  I wanted to add moss to a quilt.  Creeping out from somewhere.  I see moss when out for a walk.  I wanted to convey that in this piece. Moving along, walking on the path.  These are the first in a series of 5. I tend to then work on a numerous pieces at the same time.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look forward to seeing where these take me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-2841071014737630719?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2841071014737630719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=2841071014737630719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2841071014737630719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/2841071014737630719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-pieces-are-pure-play.html' title='Fruit of the Tangent'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P8xFH5Ph4fo/STsNDvMK75I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zxJDUXWuKKU/s72-c/t1det.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-8288703795576258055</id><published>2008-12-03T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:17:49.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Yes to Tangents</title><content type='html'>Tangents can be a good thing.  I have to embrace them because I have the attention span of a gnat.  I have been very focused on a group of small quilts - see them on etsy, if you like:  &lt;p&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6287566. &lt;p&gt; I love them, love making them and am working to perfect the design, expand the size offerings and market the heck the out of 'em.  But over the holiday I saw something that intrigued me and I had to try it out.  Natural materials with unnatural materials.  What if I started to add grass and twigs to quilts?  What would that be like?  Turns out it is pretty nifty.  Definitely poses some technical challenges, but overall quite satisfying.  I will be posting pictures tomorrow.  I said Yes, to the idea and swam with it.  Thankfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-8288703795576258055?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8288703795576258055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=8288703795576258055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8288703795576258055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/8288703795576258055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/saying-yes-to-tangents.html' title='Saying Yes to Tangents'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6527270570390334108.post-6198287980794313672</id><published>2008-12-01T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:41:03.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Let me start by talking about this blog's title.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swimming in the Sea&lt;/span&gt;.  Titles flip me out.  When I sat down to start my etsy page and the setup asked for my shop name and stated in big bold letters - this may never change!- I panicked.  I had to stop.  It took me three days to come to the conclusion-of what I already knew-my name is my brand.  I had always gone by arcticmermaid.  Unfortunately arctic is a word that get misspelled a lot. But for some reason this title-Swimming in the Sea-came so easily.  Like swimming, like floating.  It is what I strive to do in the studio.  Swim through my thoughts, ideas, materials.  Feel cold, warm, exhausted, exhilarated all at the same time.  Swimming.  My favorite thing to do.  So why is my favorite season winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6527270570390334108-6198287980794313672?l=lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6198287980794313672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6527270570390334108&amp;postID=6198287980794313672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6198287980794313672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6527270570390334108/posts/default/6198287980794313672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindaruelflynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Linda Ruel Flynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15724320287682004538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXgBW9ta3w0/Tmabquu5J6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/UrII8uSZap0/s220/meblog1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
