My Friend Ann Rosmarin...

...with her painting of Spring Lake which is now mine. Dana and I went back today to revisit everything in her wonderful light filled studio. Although she said it had been a lot of work to prepare for the Art Trails open studios, she said it was worth the effort because she had met a lot of nice people and sold some paintings. Like most good artists, she doesn't really like the commercial part of the business, or of selling herself as an artist.

After an interesting explanation of how she makes etchings, she also told Dana that she thought she should take a painting class because she thought her appreciation of art revealed abilities worth pursuing. I agree. 

When we left Ann's, we walked across the street to meet Hazel, Cindy and Bruce's new basset hound puppy. She would have been the picture of the day if I had been able to get a shot of her trying to get Banjo, their very large Newfoundland to play with her. He wasn't really interested, but he was very careful not to step on her, even though she was literally underneath him most of the time! I did put a picture of her in extras.

Back to the quilting room (should I call it a 'studio'?) I was rushing to complete the process of preparing the triangles quilt for binding and managed slash through part of the quilt which had become folded underneath the excess material and batting I was cutting off with my rotary cutter.  It took me awhile to repair it whilst telling myself that like Navajo rugs, quilts should have an error deliberately built into them.  
In Navajo culture, rug weavers leave little imperfections along the borders in the shape o a line called ch'ihónít'i   which translates into English as 'spirit pathway'. The Navajos believe that when weaving a rug, the weaver entwines part of her being into the cloth. The spirit pathway allows this trapped part of the weaver's spirit to safely exit the rug

Makes sense to me....