Travel with me.
The scenery is beautiful and the trees are so different… but I hope to do a proper photo essay in the next few days
One day I decided to go to the village of Gruddley. I went to the smallest house in the village. I was told it was Princess Tilly’s house. I knocked gently. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. “Anyone home?’ No one answered so I walked inside. “Hello?’ Still no one answered. I tip toed own the passage and I came to a big brown door. It was known as “D” for door. I had heard a rumour that at the top of the stairs to the cellar below, lived Mr Darstardly Derwain Aderifski. No one ever saw him, just his crumply “D” hand scrabbling up and down the door as it Dreee-ee-eked open. DREE-EE-EE-EEK. “Whats the password?’ He said in a creaky voice. “Grapes and Gravy” “Who are you?” “Where do you live” “Did you change your socks this morning? I can’t bear the smell” Life was hard for Mr Darstardly. Nobody ever saw his face. Just his wrinkly crinkly hand. He pulled open the door with exaggerated effort and a strong smell of lavender and mint wafted …
“What is this, an Alphabet or something” I asked Miss “A’s head wobbled … she shifted awkwardly on her spindly legs. She dropped her head and looked sideways. “Anyone for a cuppa?” Chirped a sweet voice . A cup with a tippy teapot and spindly leg popped up from another drawer. “Would you like a nice cup of tea dear”? it said. I couldn’t work out whether it was a lady or a man. But now it has a head I realise it was a chirpy voiced lady. The teapot swung dangerously on her long “C” arm. The teapot jiggled and Joggled. What a surprise, I had met, A, B, C. now.
Yesterday I had a day off from work in the studio. My Sister and I visited the Art Gallery of South Australia. As a member I get lots of wonderful information about lectures, talks and cultural walks and after attending one of the talks I came across this exhbition. I think it’s beauty and simplicity talks for itself. These ladies are indeed true Textile Artists.
Splish, splash, splonk….
“Hum ….La de dum, Hummmmmmmm.”
Splish, Splash …
Where was it coming from?
Miss “A” for Attitude smiled and waved her spindly arms.
A long thread of wool began to unwind from her cardigan. I watched in fascination, what would happen if the rest of the wool unraveled.
Then another splash reminded me that there was water coming from the drawer … How could that be?
Plant creative seeds to capture tomorrow. from Iampamholland on Vimeo.
I don’t have much time home in my studio so I need to work through the new ideas that have taken shape during the past year of travel. I do a number of drawings in my sketch book as I travel, mainly on the plane to be honest. This is one I did when I was in Tuscany a few years ago. The narrow, tall buildings hung precariously onto top of the sculptured hills. So I decided to do something with the drawings this year. “Have you been to Tuscany?” came about. I drew it first. Then I began stitching free motion with the sewing machine. The important thing in this image s to stitch the background quite intensively and you can see in this image how the quilt begins to shrink as the quilting is done. But hours of experience tells me all will be flat once the stitching is complete. OK, there are lots of tips and tricks to go through to get the quilt to this stage… but you could leave the …
We live 20 minutes from the beach. This was a photo I took last year at this time. I love my journey and a part of that is that 2017 has gone and I look forward with great excitement to 2018. Sure there have been ups and downs… some have been almost too hard to even talk about however, you get through them. But for Petes sake, we live in a spectacularly beautiful place. We have relative safety and I for one appreciate absolutely everything, from sitting in ‘my’ special old chair, watching TV, eating vegemite on toast and making my own coffee. To traveling to exotic places staying in amazing hotels and meeting extraordinary people. I’ve met and worked with hundreds of people throughout the world in 2017 and its an absolute privilege. Then again, you don’t have to travel to distant shores to define beauty. Just stop and look around you. New year is just another day on the calendar for me. It’s not special, its just a date and …