30 September 2011
22 September 2011
Recently, I attended a really interesting lecture on edible mushrooms by David Spahr, author of Edible and Medicinal Mushrooms of New England and Eastern Canada. Since then, I've noticed and wondered about a lot of mushrooms. I've collected, sauteed and tasted a puffball. I've looked, in vain, for black trumpets in the woods, but found some for sale by Oyster Creek Mushroom Company at the Bath Farmer's Market.
Most of my mushroom collecting, though, is by photograph. These were in Harpswell, Maine.
I've been working on a series of small pieces about mending. In many situations, it's really more effective to mend something rather than to start over. The human relationship to planet earth comes to mind. My meditations on mending are small and portable so they have been going places with me. I mark time, in place, with stitch.
These pieces incorporate a cotton plaid from a shirt I picked out for my husband a long time ago. I carried them on a walk one late summer day at Thalheimer Farm on Orr's Island in Harpswell, Maine.