Month: February 2008

My head is spinning.

This photo is of spun wool, that has been dyed with natural pigments drying in the sun. One of the reasons to go to Oaxaca was to learn how pigments are  produced.Learning the techniques of making the colors was fascinating… I have enough information to keep me writing for weeks…. I was able to shoot video, take photos and even Keith found it interesting. It’s 10.00 in the evening, and we are now back in the USA. Poor husband Keith was rather uptight after a few travel hiccups….I’m pleased he was with me rather than having to handle them on my own for a change… The plane trips were wonderful, it was the Airport inquiries in a foreign language and 5 different answers as to what direction we needed to go in…..!!! Finally after an hour and a half of walking back and forth, and a 10 minute train trip we just made it with about 5 mins to spare to catch our next flight…..! So much has happened in the past few days that …

Kids and Koalas

After eating Mexican food for the past 12 days…. we needed to visit the burger shop last night.There were quite a few patrons.A large screen TV displayed TV adverts and the news.I noticed a small girl, she couldn’t have been more the 3 or 4. Her clothes were in rags and she was filthy. She went to several tables asking for food. Then retired to the door, her eyes fixed on the Television screen.There are so many people begging here that it is hard to give to everyone…. however, as an observer it struck me that there were wealthy Mexican families enjoying their meal, some westerners…. and dark suited businessmen.No one acknowledged her…..I just wanted to pick her up and take her home….(I’ve done that before)We bought the biggest bag of fries we could…. I quietly ushered her out of the restaurant and gave her the bag….she took them without a word and ran off into the darkness….I thought of my precious grandchildren having to beg for food…..I can’t imagine…… I had a bag of …

Colour

We spent the time photographing and filming today…. and we have just a short time left here in Oaxaca. The main square in the city is called the Zocalo and to get there you walk down cobbled streets lined by tall colored buildings with the most interesting windows and doors… Because the Zocalo is bordered on two sides by a magnificent  church and the state/municipal government building (la Catedral and el Palacio de Gobierno), it serves as a space for social and religious gatherings and for political protest. But it is the day to day life in the Zocolo that is interesting. We sat in a restaurant  today for several hours with friends we have met on our travels…. parents with small children feed the pigeons…. music is played in all quarters and food vendors file past with all manner of goods in large bowls on their heads…. It’s all rather perfect really.Many Americans have retired here… the cost of living is much cheaper and life is a little slower, as for the weather…. it’s …

Inspiration from images we see to designs quilts.

Of course this image is self explanatory…It is the doors of  a cupboard on the balcony of our hotel. The block would be a 4 patch with 8 radiating pieces in each of the 4 pieces…. I probably would do it foundation Method. The colors are fabulous… and wouldn’t it look great if you made the quilt a single bed quilt to look like the doors of a wardrobe……!!! I was also looking at images of garments today…. instead of eating my breakfast I was creating a quilt… with the image of the garment appliquéd on a vibrant background….!!!!

Oaxaca, Markets, embroidery and inspiration

It’s 3.30 pm. and I’m sitting by the pool with my computer.  I’m in the cloisters of a 16th century courtyard, surrounded by bougainvilleas and bright blue pots festooned with sunflowers. I almost hyperventilated this morning when we arrived. This place is so beautiful. Embroideries, paintings, flowers and pottery amid the courtyards and corridors of the building. We could hear the sounds of Gregorian chants as we ate breakfast… I investigated but I couldn’t find the source. Considering that this was a monastery for several centuries it was quite fitting. Our room wasn’t ready so we set off for the weekly market…. OH my goodness, it covers acres and acres. The refreshing thing was that it was a market for locals, as there are not many tourists here. We walked past pigs trussed for sale, the haggling over the sale of goats, fruit that I have never seen before , and just about anything you need for the house. We bought a pottery jug from some of the Indigenous women….. goodness knows how we’ll get …

Being creative

I imagine  you know that some days creativity is right there at your fingertips and it flows like a river…Other days you really have to work at it. Well, maybe it was on my visit to Frida Khalo’s house that I was inspired to be creative.Her husband Diego Rivera was famous for his paintings of lilies, they are in many of his paintings. We were not allowed to photograph inside their house, but we were able to take shots in the garden. There were a couple of lilies set against the blue wall and the light was just perfect. That sure makes my heart beat a little faster.

Breakfast

I’m sitting in the dining room at breakfast writing this…. There are not too many tourists, most people are formally dressed,  – in fact more like the attire we would wear for a formal dinner…. so I feel a bit of a dag in my sneakers…. Breakfast is great at the hotel  and I’ve eaten Mexican every day. Yesterday it was Pork with cactus tips, eggs in green chili sauce, cooked bananas and a good dose of yogurt…… On an outing yesterday, I bought a bag of fried grasshoppers, they were a bargain…. $1…. and delicious…

A day with Frida

We had a long day yesterday, so no blog. Frida Khalo’s housewas our destiny in Coayacan. Catching the Metro on a Saturday was a breeze, but we didn’t even think of the consequences on a week day. So with our 80 cents paid for (2 return tickets) we arrived at the designated line. It was 10.30 am, and the station was busy…. but when the train arrived… Keith let out an expletive…. the train was packed.We’d heard about the busy times, and I’ve seen packed trains in Japan, but boy this was unconceivable. OK, do as the locals do. Push!!!!!!Keith got on and I got jammed in the door, but I managed to free myself. I think Keith got on but I couldn’t see him.After a couple of stations the crowd dissipated a little and I realised that Keith was indeed on the train.It’s just really interesting to see the people around us.A group of businessmen with urgent eyes listening to a conference call. A grandmother or a maybe an older Mother with a newborn …