Behind me, the paper lady received her breakfast of hot milk, tortillas and sauces. She smiled at me when I asked her if it was good and gave me the thumbs up. The milk was served from a hidden container in a basket shrouded in towels and held in a hand-made raffia bag. The milk was steaming as it was poured into the cup.
Tag: Photography.
Walk the walk – images to make your day, International Quilt Festival 2015.
t’s not easy photographing the quilts, I had limited time, and sometimes the quilts are placed on an angle so its difficult to place them square in the viewfinder. We all have to take our turn and you wait patiently for the persons in front of you to capture their images.
Then snap… so some of the images are a little crooked at times.
The Fabric Trail – Houston International Quilt Festival
Well, here we are, the wonderful Quintessential Quilt Event is over, the bags are packed, the patrons have wended their way home and there were just a few die hard guests at breakfast this morning. Today, my husband Keith and our friend Julie Haddrick, laden with luggage leave the shores and I continue on for another 3 weeks of adventures.
I wanted to take the opportunity to share with you the exhibition curated by Julie. The group are from our home city. Adelaide and the exhibition is sponsored in part by our local Guild.
Maasai Mara Images. – Capture and Create.
So today I share my images. Of course I took hundreds more, but this is a small selection.
I studied textures yesterday. Fur, skin and color
The best quilting classroom in the world.
It’s just a 45 minute flight from Nairobi and it was quite smooth. I was sitting behind the pilots, a young Kenyan man and Woman and got a bird’s eye view of the controls. It was certainly a unique trip, specially the in service. The pilot passed a bowl of mints in a plastic container back along the seats stating quite proudly, “in service snacks” and the landing was equally exciting as we wheeled over the dry brown countryside, past herds of elephants and zebras.
David Sheldrick Elephant Orphanage – Capture and Create.
Small children in neatly pressed school uniforms stood behind the rope barrier. There was an occasional trumpet in the distance and then they came, 15 baby elephants, who had been rescued from certain death. Some ran, their trunks waving in the air. Some had obvious injuries, now healed and some just needed to be coaxed by their handlers.
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.!
Please, share the story. – Textiles.
However, before I add the images I took a few days ago I wanted to share a little about the situation that the women I photographed are in. I’m no a stranger to photographing poverty or even working with people in the slums areas of Bangkok. As a photographer one is always looking for the unusual and telling the story in images. It’s a fine line between voyeurism and art. I approach these images by also sharing in words the story behind the photos and this poignant video from Zin Video which tells the story so graphically and much better than I could.
A visit to the White Temple
This is an extremely difficult art installation to describe, so I let the images do the talking.
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.