Wednesday, October 17, 2012

the 150 year old words of flaubert filled my head all afternoon.  the first part of 'madame bovary' echoed across the studio as i sewed through the afternoon.  the tale of her discontent twisting along with the thread and the rumble of the sewing machine.  the ennui of a past era pulsing through the room as i worked, as i filled the room with my own story.  
i've been concentrating on words alot lately.  i've been enjoying the silence and hearing my own words hum through my head.  but today it was about listening to others.  and breathing life into my newest farmhouse quilt.    
Posted by at

12 comments:

  1. Angy is my name.October 18, 2012 at 3:55 AM

    Breath catching... a little smile as I read the word ennui ( I LOOOVE that word... truly one of my treasured favourites) I was thinking about the process of "thinking about thinking" just the other day and how it reminds me of the image of a mirror turned on itself... the infinity. It's a metaphor (in a way) for creativity too - yes? We begin with our ideas that come from our thoughts that were birthed by inspiration and themn married with skills ... then the art, the quilt, the stitches, the patience... all endless again.. infinite in their journey. Thank you for sharing such authentic words. Your are a verbal seamstress too you know :-)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:21 PM

      art and intellect is infinite. interesting. thanks for your thoughts!!!

      Delete
  2. AnonymousOctober 18, 2012 at 4:04 AM

    funny, I've never really gotten into listening to literature, but first I came across this http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2012/10/15/in-search-of-lost-time/ and now your account.... and flaubert sounds like a good choice, too.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:27 PM

      i loved this blog entry. i have all 6 books of proust. and always think i'm going to read it. i pick it up now and then but i've only ever gotten half way through swann's way. but maybe after madame bovary, proust will be next in the studio.

      Delete
  3. erleichdaOctober 18, 2012 at 5:03 AM

    THere is a little writer inside you Annette. I hope you know that. Your words have feelings...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:29 PM

      thank you, beautiful demie....right back at you!!! you have the writer's gift.

      Delete
  4. Emilie's daughterOctober 18, 2012 at 8:14 AM

    Just wonderful, Annette! It is so precious! Christa

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:39 PM

      thanks christa. it's been so many years since the last time i read it.

      Delete
  5. haricotOctober 18, 2012 at 8:16 AM

    Your words remid me of the days when I read Madame Bovary. It was Japanese translation, so I cannot exactly convey the sentence, though I remember that she thought how the outer world looked if it would not rain...But Anette, your world look full of sunshine.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:33 PM

      thank you lovely haricot! i'm also listening to a translation. i wish it was the original, but maybe next time.

      Delete
  6. JenOctober 18, 2012 at 10:33 AM

    What lovely imagery. Now I have to go back and look at Madame... Your quilts are like poems.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. chasing lightning bugsOctober 18, 2012 at 8:36 PM

      thank you jen....what a lovely thing to say. i listened all day today as well. so interesting.

      Delete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)