Month: June 2008

Chintz

No blog tonight, I’m writing an assignment on Chintz "The painted cloth"…. sorry. This first piece was one I viewed today at the Victoria and Albert Museum is embroidered over the painting. The bottom quilt is just painted…. I told you drapplique is an old method.

Leaving France.

Leaving on a jet plane!!!!! First you have to actually GET to the airport. We had a hire car in France and driving to the airport wasn’t really a problem… but the traffic was beginning to build up as we approached he airport…We did go around a couple of times but finally the GPS got us on the right track. Finding the Hertz depot was indeed a heart stopper…The same thing happened to my son Jamie and I in September last year… round and round we went, I was driving, the ladies watching for traffic and signs. 4 times round the airport and we finally found a small sign way up in the air…. I said one or two swear words I can tell you. Our flight was late in the evening… so we sat in a restaurant and waited for a couple of hours.Then we could book in and get rid of the luggage…. OK, everything is electronic, there are no signs where the luggage has to go, you sort of have to guess. …

Taking photos to create quilts

One of the things we do intuitively when we make quilts is pay attention to detail.If you are piecing a quilt you know that it’s important to have an accurate 1/4" seam other wise you’re going to end up with a dog of a quilt. If you come to one of my classes, we alway pay a great deal of attention to a combination of things that create detail. So if you look at the way I take photos, I pay attention to detail. In this picture for instance, I have captured your interest by blocking out the rest of the background, getting down to the same level as the seagulls and capturing the personalities of these guys. I love the subtleties of color of the seagull and her babies. The blue grey sky and the color of the railing match perfectly in the picture… The is one part of the picture that is jarring however… let me correct it…. How about looking at the way the stem holds the flower… The light on a …

Monet’s garden

We arrived in London quite late last night. (well early this morning really) Tired, late and a little brain dead. There was no conversation as we sat side by side in the back of Cyril’s London taxi on the way to the apartment. I dislike arriving in another place at night, I wake up in the morning in a state of disorientation. So at 7.00 this morning when I woke up, I quickly dressed and put on the orange shoes and off I went for a couple of hours walk. I got back at 9.30 exhausted… but I had located the supermarket, changed money, bought a weekly bus pass and purchased fresh croissants and cheese for breakfast. Most importantly of all I knew just where I was. Traveling to the airport  was a testing time yesterday.First we manhandled the luggage down 4 flights of stairs and into the back of our vehicle.I checked, checked, and checked our route again on the GPS….. Giverny, Monet’s Garden then the airport….. Gees Louise….The trip from Bayeux to  Giverny …

Art is not what you see.

"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas (1834-1917) I thought I might share a little information about this area of France. Normandy was named by King Rollo, a viking who invaded the country. His Descendant William, commonly spoken of here as William the Bastard became William the Conqueror when he won the battle of Hastings on 14th October 1066. William alway retained this Feifdom of Normandy for his relatives, well for a short time anyway. We also associate Normandy with D Day.  June 1944. Of course, my interest is two fold. Our family can trace it’s origins back to William the Conqueror.And I have an  interest in the Bayeux Tapestry. The country side is certainly dressed in it’s finest at the moment. We’ve had perfect weather, and a trip through the villages like we had to day makes your heart leap. Bayeux is known for lace making and also its porcelain production.A lacemaking workshop still exists to safeguard the knowhow handed down by the lace-makers of Bayeux from …

Poppies, Projects and persistance.

wo days without a blog. But the mind and body have not been idle. I’ve had some time to study and begin a new article. First of all, everything is in bloom here and I’m suffering mightily with hay fever. Time away from my major project is weighing hard on my mind….. it’s possibly because of viewing the Bayeux Tapestry again today. I’ll feel the same again tomorrow when I see it again. Just being in this city of Bayeux is a personal pilgrimage, despite sharing it with others at time, it’s still solitary, because I’m the only one who understands my innermost feelings about my project. "The creative process leads us to discover something fundamental about ourselves. It often becomes a kind of flow, provoking us to an effort to redefine ourselves as artists. In some special moments, in this mindless and almost desperate search for ultimate intensity, time suddenly becomes meaningless and seems to stand still." I’ve lived and breathed the Bayeux Tapestry for the past 3 years, it’s become a little more …

French Country Side

Our friend turned up with our deposit early this morning…. so one challenge completed. (wipe the brow) Next challenge.  – drive the car through Paris. Fortunately for us Hertz was just one block away, so like a troop of tourists we wound our way down the street towing our cases behind us.We picked up the car, a sort of little people mover which fitted our cases in quite well and our 3 persons. Next Challenge, my GPS wasn’t picking up a signal from the satellites because of high the buildings surrounding us. I worked up a google map and marked the route.  I left it on the lap top and I also had it on my ipod for back up…. no stone left unturned. We took off down the streets we had become familiar with during our 8 days in this suburb, suddenly lights were flashing on the dash and I realized the hand brake was on…. I pulled over, we hunted high and low…. no we couldn’t find a hand brake, we couldn’t read …

Quilting in Paris.

Le Rouvray. Walk a few 100 feet down the cobblestone rue de la Bûcherie and at the end you come to a charming little interlude of old buildings which now house cafe’s and the Le Rouvray quilt shop. It’s just a stones throw from Notre Dame Cathedral and  a short walk from the banks of the Seine. Diane de Obaldia and I sat in a quaint little cafe this afternoon as she told me with great enthusiasm about her early life in Paris. No, I won’t spoil the story but you can read all about it in Quilters Companion and on film on the Quilt Show with Ricky and Alex. trust me it’s worth waiting for. The shop is just lovely, full of the most interesting fabric. Antique quilts, British and American antique furniture and my heart was taken with the old china and silver teapots. Well worth a visit. Diane states,- Our motto is : Even if you don’t speak French, we speak Patchwork fluently! La boutique Du Patchwork I didn’t get to go to …