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the last of the ice on the lake
it sparkled in the sunlight
i stood in the wind and watched
how the waves changed the patterns of the ice
as the water rolled in the ice crystals turned the color of the water
as the water rolled back the ice crystals were white and sparkled
again in the sun
the last of the ice on the lake
I came across these gems when tidying up my collection of vintage knitting patterns.
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Hat gift from daughter
Top - Lady Dutch - thrifted in Montreal
Skirt - Vermont Flea Market - it was shortened
Sandals - Clark thrifted in Montreal
Best seen in B l a c k M a g i c
Here are a couple that I have posted in colour converted to B&W. They make a bigger statement than the colour versions
Wormwooded log washed on shore. The seaworms boring leaves these old sea-veteran logs with beautiful bore patterns. Dinner Rock Regional Park, British Columbia, Canada.
This is my second pattern that I deconstructed. It is from the Print & Pattern Book 1 from Beth Gunell.
When I started to count the amount of colours, the different motifs and the small details, I discovered the intricity of the design and how it did work. In this design the amount of different colours is just amazing, though the pattern itself seems to be 'pink' at first sight.
I really loved doing this exercise. It opened my eyes and gave me good ideas of how I could expand the possibility of my own motifs.
This exercise might also be a good warmup if you get stuck somewhere in designing patterns. Not to copy these designs, but really seeing how another designer made a pattern work.
Pattern recognition is one of my strong suits. I once took an online test that said so. Sometimes I find it hard to tell where the line lies between recognized patterns and imagined patterns. I imagine it's the same line between creativity and insanity. The same faded line between lie and fantasy. Love and infatuation.
But, as said, maybe it's all imagined.