Shattered
Author: Stitchteller
Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
Bits & Pieces
Bits & Pieces Board 1 Perhaps we all have some loose ends. Some ideas and projects tucked away, in progress. Boxes, jars, and old drawers lined with the bits and pieces of your imagination will find their way. It's not hoarding but it takes patience. Every act of art is a revelation, it will have… Continue reading Bits & Pieces
Quip: Compose
Family | Dames de la liberte: Du peuple, de bois. Vive la liberte. Vive la France.
Dames de la liberte: Du peuple, de bois. Vive la liberte. Vive la France. Ladies of Liberty: Of the people,of the wood. Long live liberty. Long live France. I've done my fair share of digging and sifting through my ancestry. It's been a quest of ongoing curiosity and occasional obsession. On this journey I have… Continue reading Family | Dames de la liberte: Du peuple, de bois. Vive la liberte. Vive la France.
Mythstitch: We are all stories in the end.
Mythstitch: The Mothership|Diana
This is part of a series within a series within another series I have been working on. A series dedicated to the mothers our world needs so desperately right now. The mothers we have rejected and ignored and the maidens in the wells.
Mythstitch: Keepers of the Tree
We are the stuff of existence being woven together like fabric. An infinite number of fibers tangled and fused. Each thread will connect with another at some point. Every opposing idea, thought, mystery, and story will come together. We are infinitely interwoven. We all matter. I think about this a lot. I think about how… Continue reading Mythstitch: Keepers of the Tree
Mythstitch
In the end, we'll all become stories. Margaret Atwood I live in between tales. I think we all do. The stories that pass through us resonate within the decisions we make and the art we create. They express themselves in the spirals of our nature. They sustain us and bring us back to life again… Continue reading Mythstitch
The Robin Wood
The origins of things
I hear voices. Okay, not really, but sort of. This is a hard strange thing to type out loud. The last time I made a confession of my intuitive perceptions I was shipped off to a therapist and I ended up with a Priest in my bedroom. I saw spirits. They had names and stories,… Continue reading The origins of things
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