Take a walk with me through the Souk in Marrakech, a photographic tour. We’ve been exposed to so many breathtaking things. Souks, that wind under huge sand coloured buildings lined with colourful things. It’s a maze of brilliant object d’art. But you share the confined spaces with motorbikes, donkeys, horses and hand pushed carts. It’s noisy, the smells are foreign and exotically sweet. During the day it is almost predominately men present and the stalls appear to be run by men rather than women. I’ve been chastised very loudly for photographing a fruit stall and yet invited to take photos in other places. Its quite cold, You have to layer and I would dearly love to be here in Summer. Marrakech has the largest traditional Berber market in Morocco and the image of the city is closely associated with its souks. Paul Sullivan cites the souks as the principal shopping attraction in the city, describing it as “a honeycomb of intricately connected alleyways, this fundamental section of the old city is a micro-medina in …
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I’ve been on an Invitational lecture tour traveling through 8 cities visiting the artists of the area. It was an absolute honor. I met wonderful people, I had the opportunity to share my ideas on textile arts with literally 100’s of people. I took a few thousand photos, wrote pages of dialogue and the weeks of preparation by my PA and I prior to the trip paid off and I have a sense of satisfaction that I actually achieved it.
I’m in the design process.
Did it begin today?
No, it began when I took the photo in India a month ago and it’s been floating around in my mind and popping into my mind for short periods of time in the past few weeks.
This category is the hardest to photograph, but please take a look at the detail in these quilts. The quilting is amazing.
The show opened officially last night and I wasn’t able to get images of the excitement and rush to get into the event because I was out at dinner and then I had the privilege to attend the Opera at the convention centre.
It’s a tradition, people line up, with lines winding down the street for a considerable distance waiting for the doors to open. So today the convention centre will be a bus of excitement and I hope to have some time at lunch to visit the winning quilts.