An Artist's Journey Book 1
Description
Join award winning textile artist Jean M. Judd as she shares her journey as a textile artist and art quilter in this ongoing series of books. Discover her thoughts, inspirations, and influences as she shares her experience of being an artist.
She touches on obstacles, visioning, being the best artist she can be, and how nature influences her work.
View a diverse selection of her hand stitched textile artworks and commission pieces from 1995 to 2006 along with breathtaking scenic images from across the United States. Her introspection and contemplation may also shed some light on your own journey: professionally, personally, spiritually, or artistically.
About the Author
Jean M. Judd was born in St. Paul, Minnesota (USA) and has lived since 1991 in rural Wisconsin. She is an award-winning textile artist creating one-of-a-kind textile artworks for private art collectors and fine art exhibitions using commercial and hand dyed textiles. She uses rust pigmentation and intricate hand stitching to add visual and physical texture to all of her artworks. She exhibits in fine art exhibitions across the United States and has artwork in private collections in the USA, Canada, South America, and Europe. She also is an author of books about her creative process and experiences in Europe, Quetico Provincial Park in Canada and other locations. Personal projects include sharing her life personal life experiences.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone