can you make embroidery from detailed photo images?

my creativity has been focused on a new home.
textiles follow from this state. here are photos i want to register as potential embroidery designs:

hmmmm 

Beachy Birds

Just went for a walk along the seafront in Penzance, Cornwall. Saw many Pied Wagtails for the first time,

as well as the Rock Pipit  

and the Turnstone.

All very exciting for me as these birds don't visit London.

Bird Watching, Wondering

Still on the natural trip. Just watched the first three episodes of the series Birds Britannia - a really excellent historical and cultural overview of the UKs relationship with birds.

It lead me to research Jeremy Mynott and his book Birdscapes. I haven't read it, but am intrigued to after listening to this podcast (on Podularity - wasn't sure who in particular to credit). The crossovers between birds (as cultural symbol) and philosophy seems potentially very interesting. At this point I am wondering how it would be possible to interrogate philosophy, or use philosophical tools towards a meaningful or productive end, to interrogate meaningfully and productively our understanding of the natural world.

The Ugliest Ceramics in the World.

Apologies to whomever made them.

Blandness Transformed

Well, there are different ways of feeling down. I have been struggling a bit lately overcoming a stress-induced dead effect, being weighed down and with it not feeling inspiration or confidence about sharing. See-saw see-saw see-saw....

This photo I think is technically poor, but what I wanted to get at was the texture and blandness-transformed-into-something...



...and a sneaky pigeon...

And More Pigeons

Yes I may be pushing up against the line between absurdity and boredom, but I am still very much in love with pigeons. It could be a little harmless anthropomorphism, it could be an attraction to their purely instinctual being. They seem to embody 'flow'. In groups their spacial awareness causes them to make evenly balanced patterns best seen from above.

And finding the odd squashed one on the road still affects me.

One Hit Wanders

On to one photo posts at the mo, though I think the last couple of shots are strong enough to withstand it ;)

Woke with strange dreams of filming slugs and fishes in rising cave water this morning.

Summer Afternoon

More Pigeons

Good Morning Pigeons

Thought Themes To Build On (1)

Current topics of interest:

crystalise - a moment in time, of time, a realising, the birth of a structure
revelation as disclosure, uncovering
phenomenological description vs writerly imagination
mothering, mothership, as a state and concept
facing the world with our viewfinders already configured to see according to the structures we already know
destroying structures, destroying worldviews, in order to see reality again

the experience of being absolutely structureless and out in the world
despair

rebuilding

Bliss

I'm in the most glorious mood, not the most conjusive state for intellectualising.
Bliss!

Shut Eye

Empathy and Criticality

Coming back to an earlier post, I am wondering about empathy and criticality. The statement creates a relationship between the two, perhaps one of opposition, perhaps one of kinship. It seems to say to art that we approach it with either hope of connection or suspicious reticence.

Empathy = feeling?
Criticality = thought?

There is much to stew on here.

I Am Going To Start Using Titles Now. Better For Organising.

This is the produce of a fun evening with E, doing our first collaborative translation. Written by M, we helped out, E finding the Greek words and me rearranging them into English thinking. Got me very interested in the worldview carried by the structure of our languages. Ashamed that us Angles are so stingy with our language learning, otherwise perhaps my interest in different, localised? world views through language might be more profound. Suspect many multi-language speakers know this already.

I also wanted to make a note on centre of gravity. I am beginning to wonder if subjectivity is the condensed centre of all the debris of our lives, yes, modelled on the black hole theory. And perhaps, now that we have the internet to show us how constructed we really are, that condensed centre is found outside of our bodies, in cyberspace, in the realm of the unreal. My centre of gravity is here.

Also, on language, been listening to art lectures online, art lectures on line, stumped by the accent differences, thickness of accent, slowing of the words, thickening in the mouth, slowing of grasp, different kind of meaning, more time to make it, to let it stew, words make different associations in other accents.

Sabotage:
condensed milk

I have company up here

I think a dream blog layout would be something more like a print magazine page, where the author has the flexibility to arrange postings around the page and in non-linear format. I'm thinking this because I want to move the photos around on the page, I want to see them next to each other in different configurations. Sets of images always offer more meanings than a solitary offering on a white wall and maybe it would be good to have boxes of text floating about that add something to everything else without necessarily being part of the same story. I think all this is possible, I just don't know how to do it yet. I'm working on it.

I'm still pondering on the title of this blog - the line. I have another piece of writing somewhere about fantastical transformations of line, I'll have to dig it out. I like deltas too now, especially after seeing some of the crocheted coral reef and its shape of brain activity and deltas. I think I have some drawings somewhere like that too...

I'm trying to find one image from the set I took on my way home of a dead pigeon suitable to post here. Hang on,



ok, it's too dark but it's something. I'm still annoyed because I took some better versions of this when there was more light but somehow in RAW format and they seem to have disappeared upon arriving home. Bugger.

Through my own grief I feel like I have a right to this bird and its dignity in death, absurd as that is. When I found it and was taking photos I stood in the street, defiantly standing against all the on-coming cars. What is it about death that makes us tigers? It was a lovely Easter. The face on this bird is so tranquil and pleasant, more pleasant than a pigeon's face might be when living I think.