The shack was built in the era of my childhood, 50’s and I wanted to keep some of the warmth of the 50s as I decorated it. ‘We’ did work – ‘I’ dressed and decorated it, and ‘we’ had to do it on a budget. Now, as I sit here surrounded by the creativity of…
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Many days of frustration, and then satisfaction as it grew.
Late April Where do you begin.? To be honest I thought that everything was beyond my capabilities, lifting revolting mattresses and cleaning ovens and fridges. I had just undergone a radical hand and wrist surgery and my arm was in plaster. On the first day of purging, five men and a wingless old gal worked…
Mummy’s Hat by Miss Tilly.
We have 26 Grandchildren. The Grandies we call them. Many of them are now adults, but a many of the younger group have spent a lot of time in the studio with me simply because they love to sew/craft. Miss Tilly Lived with us in her early life and grew up ‘working’ in the studio…
Grandma’s Sunday.
I just decided to document the day as I was deciding the best way to make this new project.
Tall tales to tell your Grandies.
A koala bear lives in my trees, he or she, climbs from one to one, selecting the most delicious morsels for supper. It sits up high and watches over our family. But these trees live in a different forest and have amazing stories to tell.
Gees Louise, it’s about to begin again.
What on earth is the next adventure you ask, well it may be coming to an interesting class. Joining me on a Textile tour of India and Nepal or even a class in the Carribean.
So its a flurry of excitement and work right now and I do admit that the brain is on overload.
When it all gets too much, I spend time with the Grandies,
What do you want to be when you grow up?
If you asked me now what I would like to do when I grow up. I would say I would like to be a photographic journalist and a Textile Art Designer.
My world has changed almost faster than I can keep up. Who hasn’t seen their life fundamentally changed by technology over the past decades
One Textile Artists journey.
2 months on the road and I have told it in images. Its been a creative and at times a very difficult time but I’ve come into contact with so many wonderful people in several countries.
By a fluke, (or was it Karma) we found ourselves at the very place where my Uncle had painted the images. But my take on Low Head is very different. Some of the old buildings are still there 160 years later, as are the light houses.
To be honest, I didn’t really equate the two, Joshua Higgs paintings and the fact that we were at Low Head. It wasn’t until I went through my photos last night that I put the two together.
There’s no wind outside today.
Tuesday begins the journey of days and I switch from ‘my place’ to ‘I’m in that place’ and that means a great deal of preparation which begins today.