Anatomy of a Sun

For me, the sun is a frequent subject of contemplation. In my artistic endeavors I sometimes ponder how to portray on fabric this magnificent source of light, how to capture the energy of this titan that is indispensable and hazardous all at once; giver and taker; the rightful subject of mysticism throughout the ages.

The ancients have personified the sun as a king with a shining crown and as a deity riding a chariot across the sky. My favorite characterization of the sun comes from Hindu religious literature, in which the sun is considered a visible form of God that we can see every day.

I'm working on a small sun quilt. Here's my attempt at capturing the sun using a simple fabric collage. The quilting of it will come later.

Spring at the Lawaetz

Today I visited my favorite trees on the grounds of the Lawaetz Museum on the west end of St. Croix, and I was happy to see signs of Spring everywhere.


My beautiful sister Saman trees were resplendent in pink flowers.


Here's a closeup of the pink buds:


The baby Baobob had a few seed pods.



The almond tree was almonding.


The mango tree was mangoing.



The calabash was calabashing.


The orange was oranging.


The soursop was soursoping.


And the breadfruit was breadfruiting.


The giant leaves of the breadfruit glowed in the noon sun.


And here's one luscious closeup of those perfect breadfruit orbs: