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.
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.
A week ago today, Mr Otto, our local Bernina dealer installed a Q20 machine for me to work the Bayeux on. I was temped to stop everything else and do a project on it, but I had a project scheduled for yesterday and so it had to wait till then. The machine sat there beckoning me to use it… actually, I did have a little play but not real stuff.
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.
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 …
I just walked the streets, ate good food, sat in the park and listened to world renown authors read their works. It was a magical day and I captured it forever in images.
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…
his is the image I began with. Ideally is not the best image to work with, simply because of the angle of his arm. But this is a gift for his Mum and this photo was taken when he was displaying exuberance at being at an event we had been anticipating for some time.
OK, not sure how it will work out, but stay tuned to see the results.
(I’m having a day off the Bayeux today)
There’s something very basic about making a quilt.