OK, not sure how it will work out, but stay tuned to see the results.
(I’m having a day off the Bayeux today)
OK, not sure how it will work out, but stay tuned to see the results.
(I’m having a day off the Bayeux today)
There’s something very basic about making a quilt.
To the casual stroller of the streets, it’s a town of culture, its colorful and full of interest, each turn is carefully sculptured for both the visual delight and of course lets not be coy… they love to receive the contents of your pocket. I’ve never seen so many galleries in one place in my entire travels. There are over 300 galleries in this one small enclave.
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.
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.
Repetition creates a pattern, which consequently and naturally grabs our attention at first and then creates the comfort of familiarity. I used the Andy Warhol theory and then of course Kaffe did one with bowls in each block.
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.
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’
Now that I’m home I’m back working on the illustrations I did while traveling. I’ve been home a day now and I’m moving fast because I’m only home for a short time.
The street was buzzing, the noise of buskers, conversation, and daughter was split by the harshness of rap music. A woman in her middle years, dressed in pink and sporting a Michael Jackson hat and hair style danced to her own beat, speakers on her belt broadcasting the sound.