Tuesday, December 29, 2015

29 December 2015. snow storm

La nuit n'est jamais complète

Ilya toujours puisque je le dis

Puisque je l'affirme

Au bout du chagrin une fenêtre ouverte

Une fenêtre éclairée

Ilya toujours un rêve qui veille

Désir à combler faim à satisfaire

Un cœur généreux

Une main tendue une main ouverte

Des yeux attentif

Une vie la vie à se partager

Paul Eluard


Friday, December 11, 2015

11,December 2015


"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without words -
And never stops -at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale -is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little bird -
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest lands -
And on the strangest sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity -
It asked a crumb - of me

Emily Dickinson 

Monday, December 7, 2015

7 december,2015

Make visible ,what,without you might perhaps never have been seen

Robert Bresson

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Saterday,28 november,2015

"J'ai reconnu le bonheur au bruit qu'il a fait en partant"
Jacques Prévert

Thursday, November 12, 2015

12,November ,leaving for Vermont

Eros can take many forms
Sometimes it can be slow,
subtle and indirect,
building quietly
without anyone even suspecting.
Sometimes it can come to you

John Donohue

Sunday, October 25, 2015

25 October ,2015 back home in Quebec

William Blake,being a sort of victim of the Industrial Revolution .....was a great poet,a great songwriter an activist,a philosopher a visionary.He have us beautiful books,paintings,ideology- and yet William Blake in his life was never appreciated.He had no real succes.He was often ridiculed .He died poverty-stricken,but he also died full of joy.He never let go the language of enthusiasm .So I try to remember now when I feel sorry for myself to give a little thought of William Blake.

Patti Smith,
M Train 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Thursday, October 15, 2015

15 October 2015,Terra Nova,Gros Morne


We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more. At birth we were awakened and emerged to become visible in the world. At death we will surrender again to the dark to become invisible. Awakening and surrender: they frame each day and each life; between them the journey where anything can happen, the beauty and the frailty

John O'Donohue

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015

1 October,2015 return from France

Like a silkworm weaving
her house with love
from her marrow...

..and dying
in her body's threads
winding tight, round
and round,

I burn
desiring what the heart desires.

Cut through, O lord,
my heart's greed,
and show me
your way out...

O lord white as jasmine.

Akka Mahadevi

Friday, September 11, 2015

12,september 2015,Olderbekoop ,The Netherlands

So here we sit, each of us. Some of us have been cut open before. Some of us have never truly been cut open. Each of us has a sweetness. Some sweeter, some less sweet.

Forgot to note who has written this ,but so beautiful

Sunday, August 30, 2015

31 august,2015

The earth was warm under me, and warm as I crumbled it through my fingers. Queer little red bugs came out and moved in slow squadrons around me. Their backs were polished vermilion, with black spots. I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
Willa Cather

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

26 august ,2015

Outwardly, determined effort is necessary.

But within, nothing is needed
except to yield.

Ivan M. Granger 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

22-8-2015 August light,in new studio

Wonderful week with Dagmar Binder and friends

Whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done!” Vincent van Gogh.

Friday, August 7, 2015

7 août ,2015 summer matures

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love." ~Rumi

Saturday, July 18, 2015

18 July 2015 ,memories of Chile

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,   
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:   
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,   
secretly, between the shadow and the soul. 

I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom but carries   
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,   
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose   
from the earth lives dimly in my body. 

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   
I love you directly without problems or pride: 
I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love, 
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Friday, July 17, 2015

17 july,2015. back home In the north,

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.


Tuesday, July 7, 2015

7 July 2015, El Bolson,Patagonia ,Argentina

The whole of my life
is summed up in these three phrases:
I used to be raw
Then I was cooked
I am on fire.

Don’t leave me raw.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

July first,Buenos Aires,Argentina

When one is able to overcome the romantic and emotional attitude, one discovers truth even in the kitchen sink.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

24 June 2015 ,Buenos Aires,Argentina

End of the first workshop,had a wonderful time,thanks to all......

Feeł so grateful to be here

And The day came,when the risk to remain tight in a bud was greater than the risk it took to blossom

Anais Nin

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Sun,13 June 2015


Don’t claim in spring on stone some verdure grows
Be soft like soil to raise a lovely rose—
For years you’ve been a stony-hearted man
Try being like the soil now if you can!

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Water,9 June

We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
Dakota proverb


Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes of your life.

You are not leaving.
Even as the light fades quickly now,
you are arriving.

David Whyte

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Windy afternoon,27 Mai 2015

From Mark Nepo:


Questions found on an antique cell phone 
discovered in 2086 in the ruins of an airport 
when people traveled by plane: What if I let 
love in all the way? Why am I always leaving? 
What is it that stirs me about being caught? 
Though I never wanted safe, why have I settled 
for safe? Why do I keep running, when I have 
no interest in moving? How do I say yes more 
often? How do I stop reliving the past? How can 
I learn to use my freedom? Having lived most of 
my life in fear of what’s coming, how can I find 
meaning where I am? How can I stop playing 
small? How can I put down the upset of not 
getting what I want? How can I better see the 
unseen? How can I die to old ways of being? 
How can I let what wants to be born in me 
have its way? Now that I’ve been helped, 
how can I find the strength to help others? 
Just what is my work? And what will it 
take to taste the honey? 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

19 mai 2015. NORTH

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   
within a week. 

The ivy's spring reconnaissance campaign   
sends red feelers out and up and down   
to find the sun. 

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   
soft to the touch 

and rank with interface of rut and rot. 
The month after the month they say is cruel   
is and is not.


Tuesday, May 5, 2015

6 mai,2015,flying north

FRIENDSHIP is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not only helps us see ourselves through another's eyes, but can be sustained over the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn. A friend knows our difficulties and shadows and remains in sight, a companion to our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all friendships die.

David Whyte

Friday, May 1, 2015

2 Mai,Tuross,NSW ,Australia

The drop dies in the river

by Mirza Ghalib

The drop dies in the river
of its joy
pain goes so far it cures itself

in the spring after the heavy rain the cloud
that was nothing but tears

in the spring the mirror turns green
holding a miracle
Change the shining wind

the rose led us to our eyes

let whatever is be open

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Into The Forest,27 April 2015

We can give in to our fear and anxiety, or we can surrender to this great mystery with courage. When we see people on a roller coaster, we see that there are those with their faces tight with fear and then there are those that smile broadly, with their hands in the air, carried through the ride on a wave of freedom and joy. This powerful image reminds us that often the only control we have is choosing how we are going to respond to the ride.

Madisyn Taylor

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Tuross beach,NSW Australia,23 April 2015

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
Margaret Fuller

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Monday, April 6, 2015

West Australia ,6 april 2015

Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
Izumi Shikibu
mid-Heian period Japanese poet

May I see my own limits with compassion, just as I view the limits of others.

"We are who we are because somebody loved us, somebody had faith in us, somebody invested in you."

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation

Things break.... It’s what we do with the pieces that matters. This is what is beautiful. The mosaic is the masterpiece.

Monday, March 30, 2015

30 march 2015,Perth ,WA,Australia

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced - even a proverb is not a proverb till your life has illustrated it.
John Keats

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Desert flowers in Newcasle,Australia 19 March 2015

Today my exhibition opens in the Timeless Textiles Gallery ,Newcastle ,Australia.
I can't be at the opening ,but I will be present for  the closing

Be still, and the world is bound to turn herself inside out to entertain you. Everywhere you look, joyful noise is clanging to drown out quiet desperation. 
Barbara Kingsolver

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Desert flowers,7 March 2015

This month I have an exhibition at Time less textile Gallery in Newcastle,NSW!Australia
19.3 -12.4 2015


Beauty is subversive. Why? Because it is powerful. It’s powerful because it makes us dream. It makes us think. It makes us imagine a world that’s bigger than the one we know and one that’s worth taking a risk for. Even in a brutal world, beauty exists and its power leads us to hope, faith, and love.

Beauty inspires. It’s as simple as that."
The words of Michael Fryer,

Saturday, February 28, 2015

27 february,intense cold

No matter what accomplishments you achieve, somebody helps you. 
Althea Gibson

Saturday, February 7, 2015

7 February ,winter wonder

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
Crowfoot, a leader of the Blackfoot nation

Friday, January 16, 2015

You are what you share,16 January 2015

You are what you share

I have a friend who can always be counted on to have a great book recommendation handy. Another who can not only tell you the best available movie currently in theatres, but confidently stand behind his recommendations.

And some people are eager to share a link to an article or idea that's worth reading.

Most people, though, hesitate. "What if the other person doesn't like it..."

The fear of being judged is palpable, and the digital trail we leave behind makes it feel more real and more permanent. We live in an ever-changing culture, and that culture is changed precisely by the ideas we engage with and the ones we choose to share. 

Sharing an idea you care about is a generous way to change your world for the better.

The culture we will live in next month is a direct result of what people like us share today. The things we share and don't share determine what happens next.

As we move away from the top-down regime of promoted movies, well-shelved books and all sorts of hype, the recommendation from person to person is now the most powerful way we have to change things.

It takes guts to say, "I read this and you should too." The guts to care enough about our culture (and your friends) to move it forward and to stand for something.

We'll judge you most on whether you care enough to change things.

Seth Godin

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Winter,10 january 2015

There is an endless net of threads throughout the universe. The horizontal threads are in space. The vertical threads are in time. At every crossing of the threads, there is an individual, and every individual is a crystal bead. And every crystal bead reflects not only the light from every other crystal in the net, but also every other reflection throughout the entire universe.
Rig Veda

Friday, January 2, 2015

2 january 2015,felt whisper,

Where you stumble, there your treasure lies.
Joseph Campbell

Crafts: "A matter of scale and pace"

We feel ,we felt
The loose fibers interconnected into a web,into bonded fabric.
We women ,like the fibers become interconnected. Visible and invisible.
There are the visible felt creations,and the invisible felt which represent the meetings ,the partnerships,and the sustainability  of the women.
Felt making an expressive Art to develop a new community.
I am grateful to be invited in this world .
Stay with the wool.
Happy new year. Marjolein