Honesty Mo 21
H 14cm x W 10cm x D 1.5cm
L 62cm with handles
vintage Italian glove leather circa 1930’s
hand twined nettle string from Nepal
vintage Silkworm thread
linen thread
rotted silk
glass beads
feathers
stars of vintage parchment (1812)
sea shell
memory keeper, talisman holder, go bag for an iPhone
It's Crow Time 
MC – what an intricate piece – so much ‘herstory’ gathered together; and functional. Good outcome for the soft leather from the gloves. B
(((Barry))) this project has held me true
Exquisite: made with such creativity and love; honesty aka known as lunaria, and the word luna, Spanish for moon, moonbeams to light the way; each twist of the nettle string, devotion and strength; the stars at the bottom and the one on the top, ancient illuminating healing touchstones…
(((Marti))) each stitch and knot holds so much hope and love for Old Man Crow
this poem was shared on Facebook this morning by Robyn Gordon of ArtPropelled
If I prayed, which I don’t,
then we could say that I asked
god to open every door that I
had shut, every door I did not
know was there.
Why I asked this, well,
this will make sense to you
or it won’t, but every closed
door I was aware of
had became a point of suffering.
And with every open door,
I could feel congruence,
the world rushing in to create
more space in me.
And god said to me, though
we could not say that it was a voice,
god said, Open even the door with people jeering
on the other side, their faces twisted
in hate? Even the door to an entire
forest of sorrow? And because
this conversation was not really
happening, we could not say that
I said yes to the questions, but
we could say, perhaps, that
the yes began to root in me
and it was not so much a matter
of someone opening the doors
but that the doors more or less
dissolved. And what I had thought
could separate me from anything else
was shown to be nothing at all.
I would like to tell you that I felt grace
in the opening, but the truth
is I felt such terrible ache.
And god did not come put a hand
on my cheek and tell me
everything would be okay.
In fact, if anything, the voice
I did not hear told me
there are no promises.
But I felt it, the invitation
to keep opening doors,
to not close my eyes,
to not turn away.
And though I do not pray,
I said thank you, thank you
– Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Something Like This, Anyway
Oh Mo..this poem!! thanks for sharing! Your leather pouch oozes love. The folded manipulated sides and the stitches holding the front and back to the sides, as well as the whole piece.. exquisite..
(((Peggy))) those words run straight through my heart alongside that line towards the end of Laurie Anderson’s Norton Lecture Pt 4: The Road
‘feel sad but don’t be sad’
such honest truths
(((Liz))) there is still such beauty to be found every day even as my heart is breaking
Holy Moly Mo .. it looks amazing!! You are amazing!! Sending both of you Blessings always in all ways😘😘
(((Tina))) the kid leather is so soft, a delight to work with!
Oh Mo, this is amazing! That leather must feel soooo good!
(((Nancy))) it’s the finest leather I have ever had the pleasure to touch!
Oh Mo. What a transformation. I’m so glad you’ve had this to concentrate on. I want to stroke it but I don’t have to, I know exactly what it feels like. Much love.
(((Beth))) I love your thought from a month ago when I abandoned the reconstructed glove idea “I’m thinking this leather might just be tired of being a glove.” Indeed! That leather has been such a delight to work with, thank you again for sending your Mom’s gloves to me !
Mo…….Your delicate work, all the knots, the poem, i’m overwhelmed with beauty………..
(((Martine))) slowing down, stretching this fragile line of time that we have left together, tying a knot to hold onto and stitching it down
BEAUTIFUL Mo…Love and hugs to you and Rod…..Marg…oxox
(((Margaret))) crow woman extraordinaire thanks again for the gift of that vintage Silkworm thread, it makes such good magic!
how you have stitched together whole centuries of time … how they hold hope
(((Liz))) Old Man Crow is so brave and stoic, we’re just taking it all in one day at a time for however much time my beautiful man has left…
this is deeply beautiful (((Mo))) and so are your honesty and sharing – feel the love coming to you both in waves
(((Susi))) had to laugh when I realized the iPhone fit the bag so purrfectly as if it was made to measure and I swear it wasn’t! just started stitching a silk piece of Glennis Dolce’s Moonfire that is full of waves and dreams of summer!
The iPhone pouch holding so much more. Your and Rod’s bravery and resilience and hope. I like how the plant leans and reaches into the empty space.
(((Dee))) I’m taking Honesty to Artsite this afternoon for the Collector’s Choice xmas show, a good stick blew down from the lemon scented Eucalypt across the road which is perfect for hanging !
Well that was serendipitous!
Fantastic repurposing of the leather gloves. Beautiful work!
(((Lana))) this bag was such a pleasure to make & it all came together in time for the xmas show deadline tomorrow!
The bag is amazing and touching. And I want to touch it! What a lovely way to repurpose leather gloves!
I want to hold this soft bag. Kid skin, softer than a cloud. Must have been like butter to sew thru.
It’s beautiful Mo…It holds love.
Soft sweet love knotted and stitched into this memory bag. No matter the size it can take thousands of memories I’m sure, The handle is just like your moon ladders : reaching for the highest !!! Reminds me of “Guess how much I love you” by Sam McBratney : ‘I love you to the moon (and back)’
That poem goes right into my heart, Mo !
Every day is a DAY
Love
(((Els)))