Here at the Houston Quilt Festival, it’s an event of smiles.
50,000 smiles in fact. 50.000 people fly in planes, drive or come in buses to the George Brown Convention Centre in Houston all in the name of Textile Art and if you need to give it a label. “It’s essential Quilting”
Oh my, its just. Its been a whirlwind of engagements, inspiration and sheer fun. I haven’t had tie to breathe let alone do the blog, so this is the best I can do for today folks. Enjoy.
Day one of inspiration. I just love to examine how people think and interpret.
Mind boggling to say the least.
Extra seats are added, racks on the roof to carry produce and I saw a goat and trussed sheep up there on one occasion. They whizz around those high mountain roads at break neck speeds. I would love a ride on one but I had a vision of the headlines. “Aussie grandmother meets her demise on a Chicken Bus”
The decorations are very interesting, and they just sparkle, not an ounce of dust on the shiny sides.
I wanted to do a drawing of all the things I’ve seen, touched, love and have experienced here in Antigua. Most of my quilt images originate from my photos… but then some from my imagination.
So what better to do than to attempt to combine all of those things.
This is drawn on the iPad using colored pencils. The excitement of drawing in the iPad is that I can just press a button and rub out the parts I don’t like.
We visited Fort Worth today and had an injection of cowboy culture, music, color and texture.
The kindness of a stranger, a lady who’s life is far removed from ours. There is a connection because I will create an image in fabric.
Our early morning start was for a 6.30 am flight around Mt Everest, what a way to spend your 70th birthday.!!!! well it will be in a few days.
After that flight we were catching another flight to a small city at the base of Everest called Pokhara and it meant a 5.15 am start to the airport in a taxi no bigger than a golf cart. He had to go slow or else our small cases would have decapitated us at a sudden stop. There were few people out on the streets but a few hardy souls, were walking with purpose to an unknown destination joined by a few dogs and the lone cow.
Working in primitive conditions, in an area the size of a small bedroom, the most amazing pieces of fabric come to life. Who would imagine that this beautiful fabric was dyed with mud.
