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A beautiful memory about a mothers touch
A story of Angela Voght from Vancouver
In a recent conversation with a friend I remembered a little story of my mom.
(My mom died when I was 5 so I only have a limited number of memories with her.)
My mom used to let me pick out my clothes to wear to school. And according to my Aunt I was very determined to wear what I chose regardless of whether it matched or not. So one day I came out of my mom’s bedroom with my dress on and my mom’s nylons (stockings) on. I remember her gentle voice saying ‘oh honey, do you really think you should wear those to school? They are a bit big on you?’ She tried to explain how they would keep falling down and suggested that I wear my own tights instead. But I was determined that they went well with my dress. I remember her saying ’ well ok then let’s tuck them in so they don’t fall down on you.’ She then took all the extra material and tucked them in for me.
This small memory of how I experienced her beautiful love warms my heart. Her unconditional love, ablitiy to be playful and see the bigger picture.That my opinion mattered- even if I had wrinkly legs while pulling up her stockings at school all day :)
I try to follow her example when I am spending time with my four year old little precious nephew. I want to hear his opinions and celebrate his ideas and unique creativity.
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NotesBirds by Sarah (with love from TapestOry)
I was down at Brighton a few weeks ago after visiting my Great Aunt in the south of England. I decided to go for a little walk before getting the train back to London. I have always felt drawn to birds, particularly recently after getting a little baby bird tattooed on my arm. They are a reminder for me to keep life simple. This comes from a poem by Australian poet, Judith Wright, and I think it is such a beautiful thing to think that a bird is perfect to the bird, and that sometimes we can get muddled on our human pathways, and tie ourselves in knots, and there is something about birds that I find liberating. Anyway, I saw all these birds dancing together in Brighton (apparently it is actually to warn off predators - but I think it does look like a dance) and I thought of them all together dancing flying defending together. It was a very nostalgic moment (especially if you listen to the music playing on the pier at the time!) But it brought me to TapestOry, and that each bird on its own couldn’t make that same dance, it wouldn’t be the same, but to be all together makes it so impressive. And that is how I feel about this project, and so thank you for being one of us and part of this. We are currently working on a project of spreading TapestOry further by using the bird metaphor - so please watch this space, and participate if you can.
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Angry… What makes you angry?
By Richy Sandham from Australia
Everybody has a different opinion and everybody reacts differently depending on the environment, but different opinions and expressions are rarely shown one after another especially in person. This film was inspired by peoples thoughts and what goes through peoples heads, although we may think we are totally different some parts of each other are exactly the same. I chose to shoot this video because it is a great example and array of raw truthful opinions.
Check out his Facebook site HERE
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NotesAn Art Story from a Brazillian Artist
By Biel Carpenter
At the time of producing either a drawing or a print, I try to disconnect the part of me with a critical sense, consciously directed. Indeed, my work is a constant dialogue between me as an artist with what is normative, traditional and established. It is a contact that occurs in the hours of silence, in the absence of intent, in the observation of nature overwhelming. the horizon is eternity in the mystery and faith. It is in the monotony that I find my work. I try to mix the moment of creation with my everyday life, is pure intuition. I have been trying to instill a lack of intention to lead to distraction and, therefore, able to dive deep into my unconscious and bring words and motives that are more revealing of my condition. I think the drawing and theengraving process like layers, incorporated, that are added to one another at the same time that other dissolved in space. It is a game to be within the limits of my possibilities, the search for progress, to explore what i still do not know, is love and affection for a thing that I do not feel.
(You can follow him here: bielcarpenter.tumblr.com)
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NotesThis beautiful drawing made by Pablo Diaz is based in A story from Mario Prado Martinez. Enjoy all the hidden meanings in the illustration of this touching story!
(Source: latejedoradehistorias)
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FOR THE LOVE OF ELEPHANTS
DRENCHED head to toe in elephant snot.
It doesn’t get any more real than this I thought to myself as Dancing Girl proceeded to sneeze in my direction.
The day had just begun at the Baan Chang Elephant Park; one of Chiang Mai’s many conservation sanctuaries fighting to save the elephant from a history of mistreatment.
The elephant has been highly revered as a symbol of power, royalty and wisdom in Thailand for centuries.
Yet they were once used by kings to fight in battles, poached for their valuable ivory tusks and forced to haul log after log well into old age for the forestry industry.
Now it is more common for elephants to be used as a spectacle for tourists, and made to parade, dance and perform tricks in a public arena.
Baan Chang Elephant Park has been caring for orphaned and tortured elephants for the past five years.
Bearing the scares of their former lives, the elephants are now one big family and are part of the park’s educational program designed to put an end to elephant cruelty.
True to her name, Dancing Girl swayed her head from side to side from our first introduction to our evening goodbye.
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Anonymous asked: Hi Sarah! I just submitted a story but was unable to attach the photographs I’d like to include with the story; as they don’t have an URL, I have taken them myself. How to include photograps? Thanks & LOL, Manon
Hello! I’m Katia and am collaborating with Sarah in this project. Right now I’m managing the blog, since Sarah is now too busy searching for work and home. Sorry for answering too late!! To upload your photo you can send it to my e-mail: katialvarezp@gmail.com and I can post it with your story or you can click where it says Submit a Post, and it will appear more submiting options, click on Submit a photo and its going to appear the option of uploading it. I will receive your photo and then add it to your story. I’m so glad you send us your story!!! and again sorry for the late answer. Cheers!
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Uplifting my heart
INSPIRATION AND UPLIFTING MY HEART
This short story is about my mother, Ans, who is 77 years old and lives in the Netherlands. I guess it is also about me, or my relationship with her and how that relationship influences me in my everyday life.
My mother has been a widow for 20 years and she lives on her own in the southern part of the Netherlands. In January 2011, she had several severe strokes, which paralyzed her on the right side of her body. The strokes also caused some brain damage, which led to changes in her ‘emotional response regulation’ - to use medical terminology which seems somewhat cold. In other words, she went from being a socially active, independent older woman who was always busy helping others, to someone who can only get around in a wheelchair and who now needs the help of other people to get dressed or showered, or to get a freshly cooked meal. She spent a few months in various hospitals and when she was well enough, she could not return to her own house which was not wheelchair-friendly. She now lives in a small but beautiful apartment in an extended care (‘woon/zorg’) facility, where she can live as independently as possible but has the necessary help at hand on-site. She is lucky to live in a developed country with a good social welfare system, where such adaptations can be made relatively fast and smoothly.
Nevertheless, she is going through a very difficult, painful process of life change and apparent shrinking of her world. And we, her four adult children, who all live at least 2 hours travel distance away from her (and myself on the other side of the world…), are sharing some of this process of change and adaptation with her. We have more care-taking responsibilities towards her now and can no longer expect to see or interact with the (head)strong, independent mother she has always been. The brain damage has meant that she is less able to concentrate on anything for longer than a moment and she is also less interested in what happens in our lives and less empathic than she used to be. Yet she has been able to regain some mobility, using a walker or a ‘scoot-mobile’ (gofer) if she isn’t in her wheelchair.
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A story of Gabriela
A story of Gabriela from Oaxaca, Mexico
English version of Una Historia de Gabriela desde Oaxaca, Mexico
My name is: Gabriela Cruz Hernandez. I’m 35 years old and I’m a single mum with three children since 9 years ago when I got pregnant with my third daughter. Basically I got pregnant very young and fast with my first boyfriend and later partner at the age of 19 in my first sexual intercourse. Why so fast? Because I had never gone out nor stayed in a relationship and also I never had good communication with my mother. My parents got divorced and my father turned alcoholic to the point of living in the streets. Until now I don’t know if he is dead or alive. The relationship with my ex partner was very good until he also turned alcoholic. I didn’t want to separate from him for my children so they could grow up with a father. But we arrived to the point of disrespecting ourselves so badly that I didn’t want my children to live in the same situation and experiences I had lived with my parents, because sons and daughters are here to be loved and taught about principles, responsibilities and above all respect. It was very hard for me but when I decided it I kicked him out of the house with all his belongings and without knowing I was pregnant.
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