Month: January 2014

The Soul of the Quilter

Its not quite the end of the day, but I have 3 days to write, draw and photograph now before the next class. This tour is titled  the ‘Soul of the Quilter’What do those words mean. soul |sōl|noun1 the spiritual or immaterial part of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.Many of our quilts appear to be immortal.  My favorite quilts at home have been bought from Antique shops in the USA. I’m lucky enough to  have about 20 of them and I use them all, or I’ve given them to my children to use.For years I’ve wondered who made them? Most of them are hand pieced and quilted.  Who’s dress is in that block in the corner? What was the circumstance of them being made?  How long did they take to make? I wonder if this lady looks down on me as my family and I sleep under creations. To me, she is immortal through her quilts?That’s definitely the “Soul of the Quilter” a person’s moral or emotional nature or sense of identityIndeed …

Bonnet House – Inspiration

the base of the fountain at Bonnet House. I worked out how to catch the sun trolley today. The air was crisp and the sky clear blue and I felt the need to be creative with a little photography.  The local sun trolley is fun, I have an app, it shows where the trolley is on the map, you put out your hand and it stops and picks you up…. a fabulous service. I visited the Bonnet House. The home of artists  Frederic Clay Bartlett and  Evelyn Fortune Lilly, they continued to use the home as a winter residence until his death in 1953 and hers in 1997. She deeded the property in 1983 to the Florida Trust for Historic Preservation, which maintains the property as a historic house museum called the Bonnet House Museum & Gardens. I had heard the house was full of eclectic art pieces and the setting and history were part of a wonderful story of creative  souls. I was not disappointed.There was a color pallet the made you …

Following the line – working though a design.

I’m in Alligator country right now, You never know what’s around the corner.I intended to go to the museums but I got on the wrong ferry and ended up in Hollywood. The Hollywood Beach Broadwalk, a 2.5-mile-long pedestrian promenade, it bustles with joggers, skaters, cyclists and families. The shops and booths at the edge of the walk are a  little tired in a way, but they add character to the strip. I took out the big camera to get some interesting shots. http://www.dragndropbuilder.com/editor/apps/generateMap.php?map=google&elementid=642951049876061770&ineditor=0&control=3&width=auto&height=250px&overviewmap=1&scalecontrol=1&typecontrol=0&zoom=15&long=-80.1143060&lat=26.0328875&domain=www.dragndropbuilder.com&point=1&align=1 I tried to capture the spirit of the area, every photo is a potential quilt design. I look at color, form and combination.I rather like the image below, the pencil lines would indicate the background quilting direction. His dipping wing is the feature and indicates flight, it has a powerful command of the picture.I also like the rope with the red writing…. and the colors of the seat, the turquoise and orange of the wall and …

The true story of the quilt – Thank you Della

This week was another milestone for me. Something special and I’ve taken a few days to digest what just happened.I was asked to take my Quilt of American Gothic to the Art Institute of Chicago.We had an appointment to meet one of the officials, but by the time she arrived, Jim had shared the quilt  with everyone in the foyer.Passers by, officials and the participants of our retreat were all there, snapping away.I didn’t take a camera, can you believe that, but I have a few of other folks photos and I know there is an official one somewhere. I can’t express the feeling of being there, in that prestigious place  with my quilt and the real photo.I’m a little embarrassed by the quilting, but it was done some 7 years ago and I’ve changed my methods… or should we say, I’ve quilting matured….!!!This is the story of the quilt. Libby Lehman asked me once how many quilts I’d sold over the years.“None” I replied…. they’re  like my children, I gave …

Relax, relax, relax.

It was an amazing day today. Clear blue skies. Turquoise water, palm trees  and darn big yachts. It was a day to relax and I certainly did. I spent the day hopping on and off the water taxis.Its a bit like a hop on, hop off bus, but its on water. A great way to spend a day. I spent hours wandering through art galleries and fine shops and soaking up the warmth of the sun. Tomorrow I plan to visit the Bonnet house Museum and possibly get to the 

Moving again.

It’s a quiet early Sunday morning and I’m sitting in the executive  club at Chicago airport watching the planes refuel amidst a white cloud of snow, ice and steam. The sun has just risen and the air  tipped pink for just a short time but now all is white and grey, beautiful in the extreme if I don’t have to go out in it. I probably could have had another hours sleep, but I was uncertain of the drive here and the lines at the airport. A luck has it the snow had melted on the road and all was dark, bare and silent at we traveled in with no restrictions.  The only life seemed to be people getting out of cars at the airport. The whistles of the traffic guards and sounding horns, and lots of steam. I was whisked through all the processes of checking in and security with alarming speed and now I’m struggling to stay awake. The event over the past few days was a remarkable success. Participants attended from all …

Travel

The church next door to the hotel Travel is a state of mind in a way. You can’t get too fussed if things go wrong when you travel, you just roll with the punches. One of my  Tutor friends had one of those moments yesterday and I sypathise with her immensely. Her whole day was a travel nightmare. I got on the plane a few days ago  and the familiar grouch on my shoulder sits there and chats to me…”Why on earth are you doing this, you should be home in your own house, your own bed and with the family”I feel miserable for a short time, but it doens’t do me any good, so I shrug and tell him to back off.  I’ve had a few scares in the past year, so you never know when you have to stop and I’m going to give it all I’ve got while I can. This trip  has gone well so far, but who knows what is around the corner …

January 15th, 2014

View from my window this evening. Colorful Chicago. I’ve had a day full of surprises today. It began with a delicious hamburger at 2.30 am and now its 10 pm and I’m drinking ginger ale and eating dried pineapple sticks……I’m back to normal (well I guess as normal as I can be) Exhausted, last night I fell asleep at the  computer, so I went to bed at about 8.00 pm and fell into a deep sleep until 2.00 am. By then I was starving, I had only eaten a small breakfast and another small meal at 4.00. I thought I could make another coffee but breakfast was a long time away, so I ordered a burger and it arrived at 3.00 am hot and delicious. I felt so guilty eating it but hunger got the better of my guilt and I really enjoyed it.(Thats the peril of long distance travel, your body has to catch up with the time change) I went back to bed at 3.30 and when I looked at the clock next …