After The Storm

Hurricane Irene has just departed our part of the country and folks are out and about and assessing the damage. From where I sit, there seems to be little effect other than debris and some flooding. I was reminded of the one storm we experienced in our July holiday in Hull and this poignant reminder we discovered on our early morning walk on the beach the next morning.

Taisho Kimono

Taisho kimono
Taisho kimono

The beautiful kimono that has been hanging on my wall since our return from Japan had lately been enticing me more and more to deconstruct it. In my mind I was sewing marvelous scarves with the large areas of vibrant red-orange shibori and the black shiboried pine trees against the swath of white, the delicate passages of gold seigaiha waves. It was not until I received a spectacular vintage Taisho kimono (from 1912-1925) that I could not ever imagine altering in any way that these scarves became reality and my wall has a magnificent new hanging. I think you can see in the details that the rinzu woven into the silk is an exotic pattern of cranes.

Where have you been?

I really have neglected this blog for far too long. I promise more words of wisdom–of sorts–for my not quite new year’s resolution. I have been tooling away on my sewing machine hoping that my beautiful Japanese kimono scarves will make a big splash this Christmas season. Etsy tells me I can embed some here in ubaguito.us for the perusal of anyone who visits. And Voila!

Another Voila! Teaching Children to Draw is finally out. Here is a picture of the star of the new edition holding the book with her (slightly) younger self on the cover.

Music of The Spheres

According to Wikipedia, Music of the spheres or Musica universalis is an ancient philosophical concept that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies as a form of music.

Considering that my first memory of the telephone was a simple black object with a dial on the bottom and a receiver that hooked onto the body of the phone and music came out of a huge unreliable box called a radio or a phonograph that you wound by hand so that it would play “Rosemarie” or a favorite, “Yes, We Have No Bananas” albeit generally ending in a slow-motion version of itself, I don’t think I have ever been so much in awe of any of the wonderful things that have been developed in my nearly eighty years as I have of Ocarina an app for the iPhone by Smule.

The fact that someone could conceive of an app that transforms the iPhone into an Ocarina that can be played as a sophisticated instrument is amazing enough, but the fact that, at any given point in time you can hear someone or several someones on the other side of the globe playing this marvelous instrument simply blows my mind–truly Musica Universalis, the Music of the Spheres.