No hooking was done last night because we had over 60 people from my church SS Class for fish tacos in the back yard. (We call it PLOW: Pot Luck On Wednesday.) Even so, that did not mean I couldn’t be on the look out for “images” to fuel my art!

For example, Andrew and Kristi brought us a bag of fruit they had picked from trees in their yard. I suspect they just thought we would eat it … and we will. However, the colors were just too good to eat. They needed to be captured for future reference. Don’t those peaches suggest ordered pancake dyed wool, while the figs scream out for great transitional pieces? God is so bold in His color schemes: to hook the figs one would need wool in multiple shades each of green, blue, gold, red and purple. What a challenge! One little boy at the event saw me bring the fruit into the studio for an impromptu shoot and asked, as I finished: Why did you take that picture? It’s just fruit.” I replied: It’s not just fruit, it’s very beautiful fruit. (I could study those figs all day … and, by the time you read this, will be studying them in a different way with a pot of tea, some multi-grain whole wheat toast and a slice of brie cheese!)

Then, there was Gustavo and Maria

Who have elevated the fish taco to a near religious experience. I never even liked fish tacos until I ate the ones Gustavo makes. Now I speak of them with a “hushed” wonder in my voice. To replicate this scene, the rug hooker would have to use, obviously, Pro Chem dyes as the Cushing colors would be just too soft.

Of course, Maria’s home made salsa, with a bit of freshly squeezed lime, treats both the eyes and the taste buds.

I even did a double take on these limes. (Can you smell the citrus scent?)

Art, of course, is meant to be enjoyed … and we really did enjoy this art. And, as is often the case, artinspired art.

Some people just shove a taco in their mouth any old boring way. Not this young man! Notice the elegant lines of his classy, two handed taco maneuver. (I believe a professional taco eating contest might just be in his immediate future.) While I am not sure I will make a rug of this photo, it was a site to behold.

Speaking of behold - there were some elegant color displays in the parakeet aviary, much to the delight of young art lovers. Notice the serious bird gazer on the back side of the aviary.

However, some of the older people in attendance were more captivated by other visual stimulation.

I, of course, was in to the three dimensional art-fest thing. Eating this compilation allowed me to really ponder how the use of Waldoboro, my prodded knots, some fine prodded pieces in rows and a bit of fine hooking could capture this moment in wool, for all time.
Even though no hooking got done last night, my mind was filled with interesting visual images that will, no doubt, be helpful at some interpretive artistic moment down the road.

In fact, those images were all the more special because I experienced them within the context of people I love.

How can one not be inspired when around people who love and enjoy life? I wish you could have joined us. We certainly had more than enough of everything to share.

















































