This was written as a class assignment to take a non-literary piece of writing as a point of inspiration for a piece of creative writing. I used the beer menu from my local brew pub! he was half gentleman, not beast an ever charming sentinel marked by his military bearing she found him to have an awake mind full of blue-eyed soul … Continue reading Surrender to Decay
Several years ago, I took my first and only Creative Writing class. This was written for an in-class assignments to take a pleasant memory and write it as if it were a horror story without altering any of the details. high noon sun baked sand under their feet cousins 4 and 8 bright plastic buckets … Continue reading Shifting Sands – Christine E. Ray
For the last year, I have been working with several other fabulous members of the cross stitch and embroidery community to launch a new WordPress site, ‘Diversity in Stitching’. We just published our first blog post!
When designer Jacob de Graaf reached out to the Diversity in Stitching Team about Modern Folk Embroidery’s upcoming Pride 2022 SAL (stitch-a-long), we were instantly smitten. We fell even more in love with the project upon learning that the SAL’s theme was inspired while he watched imogenXstitch’s debut Flosstube episode. Jacob reports that the design came together for him when imogenXstitch pulled the tarot card “The Lovers”, and quoted Madam Adam’s words “Move forward in love, or backward in fear”.
Jacob graciously agreed to answer more of our questions about the new SAL.
We are in awe of your gorgeous patterns, including your new Pride SAL. What are your inspirations for the motifs you incorporate into a pattern like the Pride SAL? What is your normal design process?
JdG: Thank you so much! A couple of times now folks have gotten in touch with me if I would ever…
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Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. it had been many years since the wolves had come circling the house howling at her door voices insistent teeth sharp musk pungent coats winter thick matted she was unsurprised at their return it was, after all, the Full Wolf Moon she shivered wrapping herself in worn … Continue reading Wolves
stripped down to ink to bone i am revealed surplus marble carved away leaving deep curves razor sharp edges baptized by neon lights bathed in sacred indigo glow i am the night i am the night i am the night © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved