Month: August 2015

The Day diary of a Textile Art Tutor. – Capture and Create.

It’s so nice being home. I have another day of teaching today with a group of ladies who honour me with their presence. I’m always humbled and I still have the feeling of amazement that someone actually waits in anticipation, prepares and packs their supplies to come to one of my classes. When those ladies arrive laden with their machines and large overflowing bags of fabric, notions and the latest equipment I do a little mental dance.

Street art. – A fascinating form of communication.

Artists have challenged art by situating it in non-art contexts. Street artists do not aspire to change the definition of an artwork, but rather to question the existing environment with its own language. The motivations and objectives that drive street artists are as varied as the artists themselves.

My Mojo.

I found my mojo through hard work and experience. My quilting style belongs to me and me alone. What I create is from my heart and head. My brain is my tool, my heart is my intuition, and my hands do my bidding. However, that doesn’t mean I won’t have a slip up on occasions. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have doubts or worries. I do fail sometimes.

Photo Journal of Petra in Jordan

I was flying from Israel to Dubai. I had to have a compulsory stop in Jordan on the way. Of course I couldn’t go out of the airport terminal but I was surprised at the amount of Americans dressed in their khaki  safari dress. I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation and they were talking about their visit to Petra.  My interest was ignited. My Sister lived in the UAE and after teaching in Dubai I spent time with her in one of the other Arab Emirates.”You need to go to Petra” she said.Goodness, yet another recommendation… and so the following year we did go. I’ve never shared the images I took, and this is the accompanying dialogue. “We’re still in Petra and the internet is very slow despite the high price. I reckon by the time I get home I could purchase an internet tower. Don’t tell anyone, but I met my match today. A three mile ride on a camel is not all it’s cut out to be. My legs are not the right shape. I …

A world without Hunger.

Originally posted on I am Pam Holland:
When I was asked if I would contribute to this event I just had to say a resounding yes, 10 of our Children came from situations where their very lives were in danger and indeed some of them would have ultimately experienced hunger and extreme poverty. I chose 3 people who I had met  in the past 12 months. 3 people I came in contact with who had experienced hunger and were living in impoverished situations. The first was a man in India whose image I have used several times, and before you ask me if I had permission to use his image, I will tell you ‘no’ I didn’t ask him because it was a chance meeting during a fleeting moment. Our car was held up by traffic. In fact it was the ever-present cattle taking their afternoon siesta on the road in a small village. It all happened so quickly, the man gesticulated to me to buy some of his pottery and the came to the car to…