Bon Festival Night
I’m very interested in this challenge “Night”. I can’t see anything but I can feel something invisible in the dark. For example,Fairy,Ghost,Monster,Witch…. So,”Night” is fantastic even creative the moment. Especially I feel like the nostalgic who had died already. Bon Festival in Japan, It’s believed that our ancestor spirits
"Night": prompt #7
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” -Vincent Van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night, Vincent Van Gogh We Cloth-in-commoners have been together long enough now that I think I have a sense of what you all are about and so I
Walking the road
It has been written so much about all kinds of roads now, so I will concentrate on my road in Western Norway where I was born. Here I walk every summer and at Easter time on snow. Until you walk the path, you don’t know where it goes, is
The back roads
Road. That’s the theme this round, and this was the first thing that I thought of when I read the prompt: This is a painting I just love– “Garroby Hill” by David Hockney–and I will confess that the piece I am working on for the challenge owes more than
McCarthy Road
This essay was written the day after I drove the McCarthy Road for the first time. The images are from an assortment of trips on that road including the drive yesterday. I start out going ten miles an hour down this dirt road that will lead me to
Mapping out roads
When I read the new prompt I knew right away that I would interpret it very literally. There are a lot of metaphorical uses of “road”, as in “take the high road”, “the road to success” etc. but I did not have any good ideas how to
The Winding Road to a Quilt
I grew up in Northeast Ohio. The roads went north and south, and east and west. Additionally, Lake Erie was always in my view. And Lake Erie equaled north. To my right was East, to my left was West, and behind me was South. Instead of appreciating this simplicity,
Down Memory Lane
Thank you, Eunhee, for this unusual prompt. It inspired me to review my memory of various roads I have seen and travelled. My first thought was of neighborhood kickball games played in the road of a T intersection near my childhood home. I remembered many trips riding in
ROAD TO WHERE?
I live in Australia where the distances are vast. I have recently returned from Darwin and flying from Sydney to Darwin takes over 4 hours and most of the trip is over desert. However there are roads still to be seen. I love to take pictures from plane windows so
Pleasant Memory Of American Road
In 2014, I traveled to SAQA Japan Rep Jim Hay’s hometown in Michigan USA for the first time with my friend. Everthing I saw was very exciting. We got on the train from Mundelin to Cicago. Through the train window, I could see a rich nature and at the
Beginnings
I am pretty disciplined about working in my studio but it is sometimes hard to make myself walk the 20 metres or so from our kitchen door to my studio when it is dark, cold and raining. And this last winter seemed to go on forever. We don’t get