The morning was crisp and clear. White puffs of breath air accompanied us on our walk, the temperature was just 1 degree and that’s just a little colder than I’m used to.
My theory is that when you travel you’re in the moment and there’s so many things you can’t predict happening. But if you enter the race with a sense of humor you get to the finishing point with a wonderful collection of memories and stories.
I have a lot of folks ask me. Just what do you really do… Well, this is part of my life as a textile artist… It’s not everything I do, but it’s part of it.
I bought rolls of the paper in the dark storeroom below. We had little idea of what we were buying because there was no light.. just an occasional flicker of a torch. I have a duty to use the paper, which I have begun to do today and as I handle it the memories flood back.
We have 26 Grandchildren. The Grandies we call them. Many of them are now adults, but a many of the younger group have spent a lot of time in the studio with me simply because they love to sew/craft. Miss Tilly Lived with us in her early life and grew up ‘working’ in the studio as she called it. I took this video when she was 4, now she’s 11, but it’s still so precious. I found it going through some old files today and I just sat and smiled. Fabulous memories. I’ll let it speak for itself. Its just the simple art of sharing your ideas with your Grandies with no strings attached. Mummy’s Hat by Miss Tilly from holland on Vimeo.
Adelaide, South Australia, has been my home city for the past 60 years and it still retains a colonial direction which has successfully blended with modernism. All over the city are small pockets of the past blended with the flamboyance of the new and I embrace it all with enthusiasm. A few days ago, I took the trusty camera and wandered with friends capturing the ambience of the street. But turn the corner and venture in to Rundle Street, one is transported into the present with a street lined with Restaurants and I presume this door is the gateway to a Nightclub, now silent and a little worse for wear in the daylight hours. Walk the lanes off the main street and there is a riot of colour on the walls
We visited Sanctuario de Chimayo
At Easter, Chimayo becomes a destination for the faithful. The Good Friday procession, the Easter Pilgrimage, is an amazing sight. During Holy Week thousands of pilgrims journey to El Santuario de Chimayó. They leave from their homes, or their cars parked on the roadside, to walk 10, 20, 30, or even 100 miles to reach Chimayo.
In the darkness before Good Friday, pilgrims line the highways north of Santa Fe carrying crosses and glow sticks. By Easter Sunday tens of thousands of worshipers have passed through
I just decided to document the day as I was deciding the best way to make this new project.
Thrift store shopping is a must for a textile artist. I find the most amazing treasures there.
This week, I’m preparing photos to accompany my quilts at the Paducah Show. It’s quite exciting to present an exhibition such as this and I decided to actually create a portrait in thread rather than just add a photo of myself.