What’s a novel that has impacted your life and why?

Tonight I can't talk about one, I've got a title in mind, but must create something around it...But i just want to share two collages virtual and real I made about the St Malo Book-Festival who takes place every year in June...such a great event, where you can meet such great people...I couldn't show you all the pictures...I love reading, so much...so much...I sometimes say : I don't believe in god, but I believe in Heaven I know where it is : in all good public libraries...

anyway I have a blog where I try to speak about my favourite books in English...

Who’s someone you admire or look up to?

Thank you Frida, you really were a true wild woman...

What’s one talent/ability you wish you had?

wish I could dance, just like the old Sedna the day before she died...the old Saame...she took her magic drum, stood up and started dancing...and suddenly she was twenty...the younger women then realized they didn't have to fear old -age...

Something you remember from your childhood.

being lonely, so lonely, never being right, never acting right...always having to behave, never being allowed to be myself, having to be the best pupil, the best girl, transparent...

working with Creative Therapy...

What’s your first memory of love?

IT has been related to me, O happy King, said Shahrazad, that there was a certain merchant who had great wealth, and traded extensively with surrounding countries; and one day he mounted his horse, and journeyed to a neighbouring country to collect what was due to him, and, the heat oppressing him, he sat under a tree, in a garden, and put his hand into his saddle-bag, and ate a morsel of bread and a date which were among his provisions.

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I didn't know I would ever be able to tell about it, but it really looked like one thousand and one nights...

last ATC about plumpie old women !!!

Anais Nin:
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

I also love red !!!

the woman in the front is talking about old women...she's showing a video, where you can see two old grand-mothers having good time in the garden !!!!

black , what for ?

you can work on the photos again, add collages, paint, turn them into mail-arts, pictures of all sorts...that black has a special magic side, try to emphasize it...

black always

look at these two pictures...on the left you see the rhodoïd, partly covered with black gesso, a little gold embossment, a tiny branch and you heat it with the heat gun to transform the paint...it looks strange, but when you put it in front of a lamp it's magic...picture on the right and underneath....

when you work, never say: this is bad work ,without taking time to watch it carefully, with various lights, talk to it, tame it, until it gives its truth...

black and light

Black is beautiful

bowls for stories

I promised to show how I made my bowls, so here 's the tuto, click to enlarge the pictures...

She had chosen the name of Clearwaters, wonder where she is now...When I made this bowl for stories she was in my mind...
I also reread Mistress of spices, magic novel...but cut it in two pieces and trow away the second part when Tilo meets that man...afterwards it's just an ordinary novel...

But the spices of true power are from my birthland, land of ardent poetry, aquamarine feathers. Sunset skies brilliant as blood. They are the ones I work with. If you stand in the center of this room and turn slowly around, you will be looking at every Indian spice that ever was--even the lost ones--gathered here upon the shelves of my store. I think I do not exaggerate when I say there is no other place in the world quite like this. The store has been here only for a year. But already many look at it and think it was always. I can understand why. Turn the crooked corner of Esperanza where the Oakland buses hiss to a stop and you'll see it. Perfect-fitted between the narrow barred door of Rosa's Weekly Hotel, still blackened from a year-ago fire, and Lee Ying's Sewing Machine and Vacuum Cleaner Repair, with the glass cracked between the R and the e. Grease-smudged window. Looped letters that say spice bazaar faded into a dried-mud brown. Inside, walls veined with cobwebs where hang discolored pictures of the gods, their sad shadow eyes. Metal bins with the shine long gone from them, heaped with atta and Basmati rice and masoor dal. Row upon row of videomovies, all the way back to the time of black-and-white. Bolts of fabric dyed in age-old colors, New Year yellow, harvest green, bride's luck red. And in the corners accumulated among dustballs, exhaled by those who have entered here, the desires. Of all things in my store, they are the most ancient. For even here in this new land America, this city which prides itself on being no older than a heartbeat, it is the same things we want, again and again.

The Mistress of spices by Chitra Divakaruni

last "creations"

i've been working hard lately

hard lately...you may see the pictures if you click on the rainbow on the right hand side...

here are my bowls for stories...story-bowl ?

you take it in your joined hands, watch it silently, let the pictures enter your mind, then you may speak, tell your stories, your poems...

then you put it in a friend's hands...she watches it silently , then goes on with the stories...

and you go on and on till the following morning...

there are made of plastered material, then decorated...

life is going on...

Come along sisters, let's say it's Tuesday...anyway for you and me it's always Tuesday...first a great news...
Welcome, Lucas...you're such a sweet little boy... My niece gave birth to this sweetheart on Tuesday, September the 2nd... before her grand-father died she had told him the baby's sex and name very secretely... So my friends, we're coming back...I do thank you all for your kind words and hugs, I told Mum about it and she sends you all her love...
Now, here are the "things" I made last weeks, there're for you...I now belong to a group of women working on Mixed-media that's what i did lately, wanted to share...
I also bought for the tenth time "Woman who run with wolves"...this one I will not give it to anybody...I had to do it...The first time I met this book was eleven years ago...many things happened since...so back to the good old reading...let's see if I read it differently...I'll let you know...

Simone Veil

Thank you Simone for instituting the law on birth control ...

the young lady, the book and the owl

lady scarecrow

the harvest is finished...but I saw Lady Scarecrow last night, hiding in a corner with her lover, the fox told me...

We are women

dedicated to the women I love, all around the world...

for

the children we may bear in our wombs...

the sisters who can't give birth but never stop giving love ...

the blood of life flowing between our tights...

the wrinkles coming, the laugh bursting, the tears...

the sisters who stood before us, stand besides, will stand ...

the words we may put on beings, things...

the madness, mildness, doubt, wisdom...

the joy of creating, sharing, loving...

the memories to keep and teach...

the wild women deep inside...

for all these reasons and million others...

we are lovers, mothers, grand-mothers, friends, sisters

we are women...

Tuesday...Bye Daddy...

he passed away last Saturday morning...Actually that's a relief, he had a stroke a few days ago and was completely paralysed...and anyway he was 87 and had a long loving life with Mum...as you are my friends I can tell you my last souvenir...last time I saw him was in July...Thomas was at home for a few days so he could stay with hubby...mum had just left the hospital and was very tired...I helped her undress...Dad arrived and said: Oh I could have done it ! he quickly quickly undress and ran all naked to get his pyjamas , ran to the bed, took mum in his arms and said: "that's better"...that was the last time i saw him, the following morning I had to leave very early and didn't want to wake him up...63 years of a marriage (1945/2008), with ups and downs and 6 children, little money...but such great love...and they were so beautiful the two of them...Mum is very tired...bound to be...

so Saturday morning after my sister's phone-call I went to my room and made an "altered book..."my first one, to evocate a bit my parents'life...

just to say they grew up, loved each other, educated children, and did their best...that's what we all do, don't we ?at least we try...so the pictures are in Sarah's blog...just click HERE...

see you my sweethearts, take care...

and what do we remember ? love, tenderness and cherries, the flavour of cherries...

poems...

And please, visit your English friend Old-woman, she's back in a new decor...

that's all for Today, see you next next week my friends !...

Grandma Mousie

When all the mousies meet a very sad little tree who lost its head, they try to help him to find another one ...that's Grandma's last story...that's all HERE...a must before you go to bed, and you'll practise your French that way...

Pixabeille

is drawing houses, caravan, small hut...near the lake...she'd like to win the competition and get a stamp made out of her drawings...I know there're a bit childish ! but that's Pixabeille !

Back to Tuesday !!!

Time is really flying away...Today a friend gave me a great address on the net...if you want to make small texts in a funny way...for instance, this text would give this :
the address is HERE, just click...you may read more on Sarah's blog...and see her last virtual collages...

Buttons

Pixabeille made lots of buttons for her friends of the forum ! and imagined a silly story about it !!! such great fun !!!

Click on the picture to see them all !

Impatience du Zaïre

Peaceful Mousie managed to grow a beautiful plant given by her sister...the flowers are really gorgeous ! Click on the picture, in Alexine's blog you'll see more !

Olympic games

Olympic games could be so nice, so beautiful...if there was no flags, no banners...just young boys and girls from free countries trying to be the best one just for the pleasure of enjoying themselves...On Sarah's blog, Old woman watched Tv and saw what they called The games, then she saw the sacred mountain of Tibet, and felt sad for these people...she tried to make a new dream-catcher and spent the night, meditating...
but in the morning the dream catchers had caught sad pictures from all over the world...
so Old woman kneeled down and cried...

a candle for Aloha

For what is it to die,
But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
~Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"

Today, our friend Aloha is standing in the sun of Hawaï, for ever and she melt in the wind...I lit a candle for her...

as for my little sister, I know you were here, just could feel it...i could see your pink pyjamas through the trees, comme on love ! breakfast is ready !!! i'm looking for a pink cup for you...
helena, join us, what colour would you like ?

Tuesday's afternoons

Come along everybody, that's our first Tuesday together...I know some of you were frustrated not to follow all the adventures in Plumpiemousie and P aisible et cie...
so Every Tuesday, (why Tuesday ? one knows, don't you my sweet Prairie-star) i'll give you in English some explanations about the blogs...to see the details, just click on the pictures, they 'll take you to the blogs, magic, isn't it !!
now come on girls, tea is ready !!!biscuits as well...

news from "le pays des mille lunes"

something extremely important happened, Galipou, the small character living in the "thousand moons country" participated to a circle-journal...there he met a nice girl Marceline...they decided to live near Elise's house and they got married !!! of course marceline was quite different when she was in the circle journal but she was obliged to change her clothes, living in such a place would be difficult with long dresses...