Tag: Art

Houston Happiness for yet another day.

So today I continue sharing some of the photos I took on the previous day. I will say that you the viewer are getting a more than biased view of the exhibits because I photograph only the Quilts that I have an interest in. I celebrate the creator, and marvel at their ingenuity and skill as quilters.

Ella Blue, I do love you. – Houston Quilt Market.

Then some wonderful young Aussie designers featured in this amazing booth. The daughters and grandies in our family would love this.

Ella Blue a combination booth of Australian designers and Artists. I loved the booth and I think its one of the best I’ve seen.

The Masai Experienced – Capture and Create.

The area is small, not quite 6 ft, by 6 ft and its dark with the exception of a small slit in the wall located near the ceiling. There are a small patch of hides in the corner of the room and a cooking pot. Look up and its pitch black with no obvious area for the smoke to rise through. It was hot and stuffy and incredibly confining. But 8 people live in here and its one of the small mud huts in the Masai village we visited.

Learning more and more about textiles.

I loved the plain pieces of embossed cotton, that had been heavily waxed. My mind was racing overtime to design something to use it in. I loved a deep brown that looked like leather. It was waxed to a high sheen and I image it would be wonderful for raw edge appliqué. But I didn’t buy it. Once again, I have so many things banked up to do after the Bayeux. I need to be realistic. When I do need it. I know where to buy it.!

The faces of conflict. – a photographic journal.

Our faces reflect our soul, our spirit.
I attempted to capture the spirit of some of the women in the refugee villages in Thailand.

Elements of the Elephant.

“It is absurd for a man to kill an elephant. It is not brutal, it is not
heroic, and certainly it is not easy; it is just one of those preposterous
things that men do like putting a dam across a great river, one tenth of
whose volume could engulf the whole of mankind without disturbing the
domestic life of a single catfish.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night

We have so much to learn.

The following images were taken at the wholesale hill tribe market. You’ve all seen beautiful embroideries made into re purposed garments or bags, every culture does it, however, I want to buy the re-purposing textiles. And so we did. Set in a tin shed of immense proportions one is transported into a cultural wonderland of color and texture. It’s unbeleivably hot under the tin roof and I would love to know just how the mounds of clothing finds its way into the hands of the dealers. To be honest, most of them are just families who sell to manufacturers. They live in the small stores, babies, children and older folk.