We designed on the spot. Discussing at length how the patterns and colors would be suitable for the fabric chosen. Roll upon roll of beautiful fabric was displayed in the low tables and the colors took your breath away.
Category: Travel Stories
Color, just plain color. Bangkok flower and fabric market.
Our first visit to Bangkok was in 1976 when we adopted our son Joshua and we accidentally stayed in a brothel…. The Maya Guest house, yes, it turns out the hotel was a house of ill-repute. Oooh I could tell you some stories and I was very innocent in those days. Then again it was really, really interesting. So that memory is never far from our mind when we visit here.
Individual voice. – Capture and Create.
I always have a vision of the completed work before I begin to stitch, but it doesn’t always end up that way. This piece is a testament to that. I listen to my work, and react to the individual voice.
The letters of a journey that changed my life.
5 days before we were due to leave for Houston we got a frantic message to say our son Matt and his beloved Karen had been terribly injured in a motorcycle accident just 5 minutes from our home. A car coming in the opposite direction lost control and mounted the median strip and charged straight into them. How can I say it……Our Karen died and Matty has many broken bones and will be convalescing for a long time. I decided to cancel my trip, but as you see I have come, I was literally pushed onto the plane by a determined husband and family members. Qantas took control and I have been looked after with compassion and a great deal of care. I’m numb. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. The support from family and friends has been humbling. I thank you all.
A short photo Journal of the QVB Building in Sydney.
The QVA building in Sydney is just beautiful and I love capturing the images there. Its right opposite our hotel and we can just pop over for a coffee.
The drama of making speccy case covers. – what has this to do with Quilting?
I’m a gal of deadlines. My day is roughly mapped out when my eyes spring open each day, but sometimes those plans just fly out of the window. Yesterday I changed my plans to sew all day and did a little shopping… actually I appliquéd from 4.30 am till………then went shopping. First thing was to…
Street art. – A fascinating form of communication.
Artists have challenged art by situating it in non-art contexts. Street artists do not aspire to change the definition of an artwork, but rather to question the existing environment with its own language. The motivations and objectives that drive street artists are as varied as the artists themselves.
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.
Photography to create art by – Southern New Mexico Festival of Quilts.
No, it’s not how to take a super photograph with all the bells and whistles, It’s a down to earth look at how to take an image and use it to create a piece of Textile art.
The art of Quilting has contributed to helping a lot of children in our County.
I have a rather romantic take on life. The good times are carefully filtered through my bright rimmed glasses.
The bad, and the sad (and there have been many) are filed in boxes in my mind and are dealt with in their own time.
But whatever our circumstances I know that we can all make a difference in the lives of others by sharing our talents for kind rather than money.