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Leon – Mexico.

I’m in Leon, Mexico attending a Quilt Seminar. After almost three long days of travel from Australia I needed to get out and walk before my commitments for the next four days. I’m staying in the Courtyard Marriott  which is equal to any top rated hotel I’ve stayed at and there is a walkway through to the conference centre. It’s hard to imagine you are in Mexico, this city is just like any large city wide formal streets, a huge sports stadium and big business buildings. Just a few blocks from the hotel is the Guanajuato  Museum of Art and History, so I took the opportunity to visit. I loved this painting by Diego Rivera.  The pink with the background green of the wall and then the green chair. Wonderful.   This is the art of Luis García Guerrero who was a Mexican visual artist. 1921- 1996. There was an amazing exhibition, Unexpected Journeys, Remidios Varo. Remedios Varo Uranga (16 December 1908 – 8 October 1963) was a Spanish-Mexican para-surrealist painter and anarchist. Born in …

The colors of Guatemala.

We don’t stay in Guatemala City, but venture out to the city of Antigua, an hour and a half away from the main city. Antigua is a small city surrounded by volcanoes in southern Guatemala. It’s renowned for its Spanish colonial buildings, many of them restored following a 1773 earthquake that ended Antigua’s 200-year reign as Guatemala’s colonial capital. Notable architectural examples include baroque La Merced, a squat, yellow-and-white church. It’s an integral part of the city’s famous Semana Santa, a holy week with parades and rituals.

The second part of the trip will be to stay at Lake Atitlan at a hotel nestled on the lake. The beauty will take your breath away.

I broke the record – a small quilt pattern to share.

The South Australian Quilt Guild have a yearly Country Forum. It was held in the Ballroom at the Burnside Community centre. Excited car and bus loads of gals came from all over the State. The idea is to involve the country folk in the guild functions. Maxine Smith (el Presidente ) held the floor and Sandy Jones and her band of helpers, cooked, prepared goody bags and worked exceedingly hard to make this a day to be remembered.

Time goes too fast sometimes – wish I could put the brakes on.

There is a pile of vintage quilts in the room I use waiting to be shipped home. In the mean time I sleep on and under them at each visit and the challenge of the bargain and the purchase is exciting. I keep those memories fresh when I use them daily in my home in Australia. The pasts have flown over the ocean and the hands that worked them are appreciated more than the maker ever imagined.
What stories they could tell, but by using them, they are bought to life again.

That’s the value of teaching.

I’ve been drawing and writing patterns today as I travel. This is one I’ve done before, but it’s been prepared for thread stitching now. I don’t know how other teachers design and prepare a class. It’s one of those things that are never really discussed when we meet socially. I mean I don’t think it’s a secret, maybe it’s one of those things that you’re never certain about yourself, and if you share it, you might be embarrassed that others see you as a bit of a phony. I guess anyone can design a pattern and sell it to others who have never had the thought to produce one. Some are so darn ordinary. I think….. “Oh my goodness. I’m sure I’ve seen something like that before. It’s just different fabric”. And yes I have, but is anything new in Textile Art? It’s not right, it’s not wrong, it’s out there for the consumer. My ideas come from the need to create and they come from some unknown source. I make no bones about that. …

Observations. – and admiration for a small US country town.

The Saturdays are slipping off the other end of the calendar and new ones are lining up for the rest of the trip. I have four more to experience, more interesting people to meet and a few more adventures to experience before I get to go home.

I’ve had two Saturdays in Costa Rica, Two in Mexico, one in California, two Saturdays were in India, the next was Oman, then 2 in Dubai, one in NY, and now today in upstate NY. I gave in and slept for a few hours this afternoon.

Yes, of course there are times when I have to stop and think…. ‘now where am I’ but I honestly do know where I am, these images are from upstate New York taken last week

Traveling – on the road for 65 days – So far.

It takes planning, patience, persistence and perseverance.

Sometimes I’m a little short on some of those things, but to be honest, out of the 100’s of people I’ve met on this tour only one person fell short of my expectation. I’ve traveled around the world and flown, to seven countries on lots of flights and I’m still smiling.