I’m in the design process.
Did it begin today?
No, it began when I took the photo in India a month ago and it’s been floating around in my mind and popping into my mind for short periods of time in the past few weeks.
Category: Capture & Create
Fabric and flowers – Jaipur.
The colors take your breath away. I love the constant movement of fabric and flowers.
When I was eleven, a friend of my Mothers showed me pictures of the Taj Mahal, she had visited as a travel agent and my imagination went wild… I will never forget that afternoon its still very vivid in my mind. How could I imagine that I, a poor shy kid for the suburbs would be able to visit it… Â Well here I am and I’m going to enjoy every minute.
Textiles, the story – of a journey to discover the fabric of everyday life.
Hop onto a plane in Houston and travel 24 hours, change the time zone to go backwards and you’re in Delhi, India  at a very unusual time of the morning. (2.00 am) but with a gathering of spirits in  immigration, lines and lines of tired people from all walks of life, you finally do…
Walking in Antigua today. – a visual feast.
Finally winding down now that we are here in Antigua Guatemala and my group is just wonderful. That said, our feet pounded the cobblestones over 17,000 times today. I decided that we would eat at a different restaurant each morning for breakfast and our Guide Carlos took us to an amazing restaurant. I didn’t get…
Capturing the memories, the beauty and the free.
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.
Pam Holland, – just what do you really do.
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.
Monument Valley. – the story.
Even the hotel concierge at the closest town was a little coy. Somehow you get the feeling that something is wrong, but of course you have no way of working it out. He did tell us that the park closed at 8.00 pm and it was already 6.00 pm. The evening was closing in and I was anxious to catch the light and the park was 24 miles away. Â But we arrived in good time and prepared to pay and drive through the park.
Another day of travel, another country.
I sleep little the night before I leave. Goodness, I spend most of my life traveling, you’d think that I would be used to it. OK, yes I am, but it’s the fact that I need to have all my ducks in a row and I have been known to forget something… Like my undies for instance. Having to replace them in Thailand was hilarious. I’m not huge, but I’m also not Thai size!
Time goes too fast sometimes – wish I could put the brakes on.
There is a pile of vintage quilts in the room I use waiting to be shipped home. In the mean time I sleep on and under them at each visit and the challenge of the bargain and the purchase is exciting. I keep those memories fresh when I use them daily in my home in Australia. The pasts have flown over the ocean and the hands that worked them are appreciated more than the maker ever imagined.
What stories they could tell, but by using them, they are bought to life again.