Its about to begin, 20th Carrefour European du Patchwork

I have added a folio of photos on my travel web page My favorite photo today in Sainte Marie aux Mines I was on the ‘go’ for almost 24 hours yesterday.(Sunday)  I’m not whining, but it takes its toll on the senses. I left Dubai early in the morning, it was almost 30 degrees and…

The travel journal

The grass is green with summer growth. The recent storms have breathed new life into the earth. Wildflowers, yellow, white and purple with a dash of red, appear in clumps and group together to delight the onlooker, casual, free, independent of rake and hoe. Some fields are almost pure yellow. Late summer adds a new…

The photo tells a story

My first port of call in the morning is to check my email, next I read USA Today on my Ipad. Each day they have a selection of amazing photos and they are the first things I check. I generally share each photo and it’s title with Keith as we have breakfast. I get inspired…

I will let you know.

The day was delightfully hot…. I don’t know if there is a word for people who like to be warm all the time… but the hotter the better for me. The clouds build up during the day and hang on the rim of the mountains for a short time. They circle the basin and in…

What is an “Original”

I was asked my opinion by a student on the criteria for their quilt show… “What is an “original” Can you use images created by another person and call your quilt “Original”? Absolutely NO…. !!!!! You all know I use images of famous artists as a base for some of my quilts but I could…

The Independent Weekly – Jamie Holland

  Stars above the South Australian desert burn astonishingly bright. As many as 3000 look down where the Stony and Strzelecki Deserts merge, and where the salt flats of Lake Frome shimmer silver in the night. via www.independentweekly.com.au Jamie Holland If you were to emulate the life of a successful, daring-do and almost swashbuckling news…

Visit to the Art Institute of Chicago.

As an artist, my photography, art and creations with textiles blend into each other, the edges are blurred. As a child I would spend hours reading art books, looking at the pictures. I loved the colors, I loved the line and I committed them to  memory. Now as an adult, I like the same things…