I’ve just stepped out of the shower and it’s the place I do my best musing. First of all the tiles in shower are sage/mint green that was popular in the 60’s. Its like stepping back into another age. But its a bit quaint. I did however, buy a new pillow to sleep on and I tucked away the bedding other than the sheets and slept under my own quilt last night. Its not too bad, I don’t like those polyester quilt covers and blankets in hotels. I don’t know what sort of history it has. At least with a crisp white doona cover, you can tell if its pristine. I sure know my quilt is.
Category: Photography
A Quilters tour of Dallas – Do you see what I see – the unexpected
Sometimes, the day just rolls by with unpredictably and you smile and on other occasions cringe at each event and accept it as it happens.
Today was just one of those days.
The hotel organized a shuttle to the train station a short distance away and I planned to go to Fort Worth. I’ve been there before, and yes its touristy, but sometimes you just need a little tourist delight in your day. The train appeared shortly after I arrived at the station. A great big white two-story train bearing down on me with a boom of the whistle and squealing of wheels.
Street photography, – New York
I love New York… just take the camera and capture the images.
Drawing on fabric from nature – capture and create.
It’s not fancy, but its interesting and its a unique way to create your own fabric by drawing on the fabric then quilting it.
Share a couple of minutes with me in my studio.
I travel a lot and the studio is one of the places I display the things I bought in Africa, Haiti, Thailand, Mexico…. lots of other places. I see them every day and it makes working a sheer Joy.
Autumn in our ‘place’
The weekend seemed to fly by.
I had some medical issues to attend to, our weekly Saturday breakfast with friends and family and about an hour ago I realised that I was still in my PJ’s such was my concentration on tasks at hand!!!
photographic Journal of Art – Montemartre France
I’ve visited many times and I love wandering through the Place du Tertre, the artist-filled square atop Paris’s Montmartre. I can’t imagine attempting to draw with a thick Jacket on in coolish weather, or even having people watch me create. The artists are talented, but it speaks ‘tourist come buy me’
Sharing my work – my ideas.
Now that I’m home I’m back working on the illustrations I did while traveling. I’ve been home a day now and I’m moving fast because I’m only home for a short time.
A visual story – dancing to your own beat.
The street was buzzing, the noise of buskers, conversation, and daughter was split by the harshness of rap music. A woman in her middle years, dressed in pink and sporting a Michael Jackson hat and hair style danced to her own beat, speakers on her belt broadcasting the sound.
Art in the street – the visual story.
Capturing the essence of things that happen in the street.
A street artist works silently amidst the hubbub of a busy street in Seoul Korea. Passers by are fascinated and stand silently watching the image appear on his paper.
This is a small visual story, the artist works on paper, I capture his image on camera and I share it with my friends who may never travel to this part of the world.