Tag: Art

The Shipshewana Quilt Festival.

I’ve just left Shipshewana and it’s certainly with a degree of sadness. Its left me with a desire to return and explore more.

We arrived at about 8.00 pm last Sunday. It was still light and as we made our way to the hotel, we passed a number of Amish buggies on the road. They hold a fascination for me. The stark black shape of the buggy as opposed to the beauty and fluidity of the horses trotting. The red sign on the back for safety is a design element and somehow I need to work it into a project.

Alice Isabella visits the quilt show.

The Quilt Show. Alice Isabella decided to walk to the quilt show. She tucked her big bag full of quilting ‘stuff’ under her arm and began the walk down the street. There were a lot of people walking in this direction and that. Their feet made loud noises on the pavement. She passed a big line of bright yellow taxis.

Quilt Barns – of Old Mission Peninsula.

Its rather difficult to photograph the barns, some of them are a distance off the road and then of course there really isn’t anywhere to safely park the car. This barn was set on a hill of white spring daisies. I stopped by the mailboxes and walked to the road to get my shot. In the mean time, I was observed by a group of goats on the opposite side of the road, they ran up to the fence and gave me a ‘goat stare’ and an occasional bleat. I talked to them.

Gardens, and Musings.

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.

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.

Its that Darn word ‘Quilter’

In the past when I was introduced, Pam Holland photographer, they understood that, and they could even understand that I was a fashion designer, but a quilter, that puts you into the scones and afternoon tea set at the church hall. You see the shutters come down over their eyes when you tell them you’re a quilter or a quilt teacher. Their reactions remind me of a crocodile with the second eyelid. Flip down it comes when you begin talking. Ha, but mention you’re an artist, or an author, or even an illustrator, the shutters come up. It’s just that darn word Quilting.

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’