Tag: photo journal

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.

Textiles, trains and markets so splendid.

Suddenly the rains came down with force. It was torrential and keeping track of 19 people was challenging. We all ended up absolutely soaked to the skin despite our of our brollies.

The water poured off awnings and umbrellas and then began to rise from the ground so we splashed our way back to the train station.

We held an impromptu show and tell at the boat station to the amusements of the passers by. However, they are unaware of our passion for fabric, bargains, jewelry and clothes.

Tracking down Textiles in Bangkok.

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.

Tales from Thailand.

However, I had a little glitz in the clothing department yesterday. After washing out my Bra’s the night before, I went to find the clean ones and found that I had forgotten to pack them. Oh no, they were still soaking wet…

Well I couldn’t go topless, so I tried to dry them as much as I could with the hair dryer. No you don’t put them on your head and dry them, it doesn’t work. you hang them on the door handle and blast them.

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.

Photo journal of Sydney – Street Photography.

The next band was a little more sedate. They played rousing tunes to the beat of the band leaders waving baton The audience were entranced and some jumped up from their seats and joined in the revelry.

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.