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Germany at last.

Our first morning in Krefeld was met with bright sunshine. I woke and looked out the window and along the tree lined street were trees in pure spring green, magnolias were on every block and the centuries old dwellings are of immense proportions. I had a relaxed breakfast on the verandah overlooking the gardens and pinched myself at my good fortune.  Gone was the niggling insecurity  of “why am I here” that rears its head sometimes as a Tutor on the road. As an explanation for my comments I’ve  had two months travel so far. Three  countries and hundreds of  people to interact with and instruct and personal space is snatched in small parcels of time. Later in the morning, Lisa and I decided to walk to a local park we saw on the map Claudia gave us and after a small interaction with a couple of workmen over the road, we were pointed in the right direction. How many times did we smile, how many times did we tell each other how lucky we …

A little down time.

Being anonymous is wonderful. I don’t have to share my life story at lunch or dinner. It’s very flattering some times but after 10 days I long for a quiet place and here in my home base in NM I can do that. Besides I’m staying with my best friend and we just enjoy interesting things together like photography,  art and travel.

For dedicated quilters, going to Asilomar is like a week long creative party.

I met the most interesting man at lunch. He had the cutest round glasses and of course I told him so… then we had a conversation about glasses.

It was great to visit with him, we talked about the psychology of creativity. Those little surprises are precious. He mentioned that some people live their creativity, it affects everything they do. I never looked at it that way.

Living the life folks. – The journey of the traveling Grandma.

I’m a ‘something’ year old Grandmother living the dream of traveling and teaching, creating and photographing and working darn hard simply because I love it.  Day 23 of 89 on the road. Sitting at my desk in the Hilton Los LAX, Los Angeles. The sun’s going down and I see a number of planes in the sky maybe they’re  landing, maybe they’re taking off, but every move of the plane sends shards of reflected light floating through the air. It’s rather beautiful in the orange glow of sunset. I’m munching on a rather dry croissant and sipping coke zero. Not the most healthy of meals but never the less it fills a space. The time at home in South Australia is 12.12 pm and its lunch time, so the body says eat. It takes me a few days  to tell the body that we are on the other side of the world with 16 hours time difference. One thing I’ve learned from many years of travel is to eat when you’re hungry, no matter what …

YARRENYTY ARLTERE ARTISTS: EVERY FACE HAS A STORY, EVERY STORY HAS A FACE: KULILA!

    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.        

Just a little Information.

Stay tuned for the new tour information on our Textile tours to India 2018, Thailand 2018, India  2019 and Guatemala.   Possibly more.  These are the educational tours where everyone participates. I will teach art, photography and a little about Textiles, but we will have tutors  to take you through many of the  techniques of dying, printing and stitching and the amazing history of textiles.

Textiles, the story – of a journey to discover the fabric of everyday life.

  Hop onto a plane in Houston and travel 24 hours, change the time zone to go backwards and you’re in Delhi, India  at a very unusual time of the morning. (2.00 am) but with a gathering of spirits in  immigration, lines and lines of tired people from all walks of life, you finally do get to you hotel at 4.00 am. So you sleep a little and feel you are invincible because you slept 4 hours. I knew I wasn’t really in the best frame of mind because I was not happy with the state of my room in the light of day, or the fact that we were placed at a very small untidy table for breakfast. This one’s off the list for me. That’s what travel does to you at times. Irrationality strikes and you become a bit crabby. However, I chided myself for my less than satisfactory understanding and faced the day with great optimism. Time to explore, time to look at the Textiles that play such a big part in …