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 as she called it. I took this video when she was 4, now she’s 11, but it’s still so precious. I found it going through some old files today and I just sat and smiled. Fabulous memories. I’ll let it speak for itself. Its just the simple art of sharing your ideas with your Grandies with no strings attached. Mummy’s Hat by Miss Tilly from holland on Vimeo.
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,
Stand beside those who have talent.
That’s the way you learn.
You are only as creative and good as the -people you surround yourself with in spirit.
On the other hand, there is merit in learning things the hard way. Walking down the road with many bumps teaches you valuable lessons.
Be kind to yourself.
“with creativity: If inspiration is allowed to unexpectedly enter you, it is also allowed to unexpectedly exit you.”
Excerpt From: Elizabeth Gilbert. “Big Magic.”
Of course the day didn’t go as planned… I think is been like that for the past week. I have scribbles in the diary that need to change in a flash with the needs of the family and in between times I’ve been planning events for the rest of the year and working on projects.
Today was to be purely work in the studio….. hiccup. that didn’t happen. An outing with a daughter that needed a break was the go and we both enjoyed it. So the work happened in the early hours of the morning before her visit and late afternoon.
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
Just outside the temple gates were two little boys playing. Their faces were dirty, their clothes in rags, but they had the biggest smiles. They followed us for a short time. The other ladies had gone into the temple, but friend Pam pulled the two books out of the bag and gave one to each of the boys. The looks on their faces were just priceless. They couldn’t believe it.
They took off running as if afraid that we would take them back again.
This morning, we drove the 250 kms here on dusty roads flanked by golden manicured paddocks that reflected the end of a hot summer season. The sky was blue, punctuated by old deserted houses with rusty roofs and flocks of black crows. The houses hold memories of happiness, struggles and families past.
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.
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.