Welcome to the Rafter Bazaar!
Here you can browse beautiful creative works (or projects-in-progress) by folks in our awesome Raft community!
What counts as “creative”?
Almost anything! Writing, cooking, quilting, painting, gardening, raising a family, rearing animals, taking photographs, making music . . . you name it.
Here’s how to respond to another Rafter’s work or share your own . . .
First, make sure you’re a Rafter. Only Rafters can comment in the Bazaar. If you try to comment and haven’t yet joined The Raft mailing list (as either a free or paid subscriber), you’ll be asked to do so.
To respond to someone else’s work:
Click “Reply” (or the 💬 icon) in the comment section beneath the work you wish to respond to.
Enter your response in the box that pops up (e.g., type text, upload an image, share a link).
When you finish your response, click the “Post” button beneath the box.
To share your own work:
Either click the “Leave a Comment” button below or scroll down to the comment box at the top of the comment section. (Note: If you’re sharing your work “in conversation” with somebody else’s creation, you might wish to follow the instructions in #2 above.)
Enter your material (e.g., upload an image of your work or your process, share a link, type/paste text). (Posting here does not constitute publication.)
When you finish your comment, click the “Post” button beneath the box.
Don’t be shy! Feel free to add marketing links to things you have for sale. This is a bazaar, after all!
I'm currently working on a project that I started years ago and then had "material issues" in that I couldn't find a good way to print the words in my artist book. I recently found a way to learn Letterpress printmaking and am resuscitating this poem of sorts for this new artist book. I am in the process of setting the type for the "wordy" part.
Winter Mantra
The smell of freshly cut apples,
the crackle of a beginning fire
and the warmth from the stove.
Footprints, tracks and snow angels in the snow,
And just snow!
Falling, driving, dancing in the wind.
Bright red berries, heavy quilts
and cardinals at the feeder,
the glow of beeswax candles
lighting our corner of the dark solstice.
I'm trying to post a photo but it's not an option here this time.