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.
Author: Pam Holland
I travel the world teaching and talking.
Photographing and writing,
Sharing experiences
What a way to go.
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…
Where I live. Adelaide – a photographic journal.
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.
A world without Hunger.
This is a similar process, illustrating on fabric.
Finished the quilt. The pro’s and cons.
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.
The creation of a thread illustration.
OK, not sure how it will work out, but stay tuned to see the results.
(I’m having a day off the Bayeux today)
Just something special – making a quilt.
There’s something very basic about making a quilt.
Procrastinating – The decision is made.
I needed to sit and write this afternoon. I’ve had to make a huge decision today and sometimes just the act of writing or drawing takes me to a place where I can touch my childhood and all is well with the world.
“We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are in a different world”
We look at situations, events and interpret what other people say and do, according to our own set of past experiences, culture, faith, values, all of which help us form our beliefs about ourselves, about others, and the world in general
Bikies, (or Bikers in the USA) Body odour and blessings. – a travel story of a Quilter.
Hah, I knew she would have to move, it was impossible for him to squeeze pass her like I did. So a dance of bodies occurred and the young man wedged himself between us. I almost reeled from his strong body odour and I thought “whoops this is going to be an interesting 4 hours” He was sweating profusely… and began chatting to me, I turned to look at him and I realised that he was terrified of the situation he was in.