All I can say is that we have had a feast of inspiration… the ideas are many and the creative spirit is high.
I’m a textile artist with no apologies and when I’m not teaching, lecturing or being a grandma I take out the camera and capture the preciousness around me.
And then there was Joe, a young man who loved graffiti and who walked out of class so excited and enthused because he mastered quilt illustration on his thread graffiti piece. He works at the quilt store and I’m going to visit him again when I get back to town. Hugs Joe it takes guts to spend a day with a group of women quilters.
Originally posted on I am Pam Holland:
Having been here in the Masai Mara for 5 days and going on safari for some 30 hours in that time, I took the opportunity to be a little more discerning taking my photos yesterday. I studied the Giraffe, and I also had good opportunity to get up close and personal. It’s a hit or miss situation, you can only shoot when you get the opportunity and when the animal obliges. However, I have a piece of textile art in mind and I needed a good source of images to work with. So today I share some of the images I have to choose from and besides, this is part of the class we have undertaken during the tour. How will I do it? Lets take this one for instance. I use a program called sketcher and place the image in that. I want to break down the colors and have defined areas, but I want them to be realistic. I’ve chosen an app called ‘watercolor’ to work this in, and I’ve…
My passion is thread painting. (using the sewing machine to create an image with thread) and not having a cat I practice taking photos on my friends cat. She is patient and sits with a fixed stare as if to say. ‘Just take it’
I had a huge lump in my throat this morning when I was taken to see a wall of Geraldine quilts made by 8-13 year old girls in a community that has some incredible challenges. I’m sure you would be filled with pride if these were your Grandies. I’m sure you would have admired the young people, all in their orange shirts who spent an entire day with us. Their youthful spirit put to the test as we asked them to carry machines, help set up booths and then take a quilting class with Miss Sue for a few hours.
So as I fly in with a smile on my face, and a heart nearly breaking with pride I can’t wait for it all to begin. It’s a crazy week for all of us, Radio, TV. Visits and a laugh a minute. Then again there are five new classes from dear friend Sue Rassmusen and I to share with you all, and you my dear friends make it work.
I drink the first cup of coffee in the Qantas club. Not the ones they have prepared prior to my arrival and displayed on a tray in paper cups as you walk past. Make if fresh honey and please can I have it in a cup not a paper thing. The plane flight is just an hour and a half and I manage a little breakfast and a drawing of a rabbit, just because I could.
She advises, corrects and consoles.
Soul Sister, kindred spirit, or BFF, she shares life’s most intense moments as well as the boring ones. She holds the Princesse’s hand when she is sad, stands by her side no matter what happens, and is her shoulder to lean on in case of a hard blow.
More than a simple companion, the confidante is
a locked safe that keeps all the princesses secrets.
There are many stories of great friendship between a princess and her confidante. Some last only for a short time, like those of a Princess-for-a-day.
Go to the end of the path until you get to the gate. Go through the gate and head straight towards the horizon. Keep going towards the horizon. Sit down and have a rest now and again. But keep on going. Just keep on with it. Keep on going as far as you can. That’s how you get there.