I’ve been going through some photos today for an exhibition.
I came across these and I forgot how much I enjoyed the experience. We were in Thailand visiting a Fishing village and our guide took us into the mangroves to feed the monkeys. I took hundreds of photos, most of them made me laugh, but here are just a few.
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.
Whilst in India, I came across Chikan embroidery and my friend Anju, helped me understand it a little.
Chikan is a traditional embroidery style from Lucknow, India. Literally translated, the word means embroidery. Believed to have been introduced by Nur Jehan, the wife of Mughal emperor Jahangir, it is one of Lucknow’s best known textile decoration styles. The market for local chikan is mainly in Chowk, Lucknow.
I’ve done this small blog twice and lost it once, so this is it.
You are also so high that you can’t see much, just the outline of the roof…. and this little possum ended up with a painful, neck after hitting the roof so many times..probably 40 or so.
So with all this behind me, I jumped in the front seat and claimed my spot… Keith was comfy in the back seat. We picked up 4 youngish Indian people and a small child. We had to wait 20 mins for them… but we chatted and I was unaware of what was to come.
This is for all of you who love children and who believe in the future…
To all of you who are artists and work with textiles.
Imagine working on a dirt floor in a small house in the slums of Jaipur, 20 members of your family share that small space.
Enjoy this two minutes of loveliness.
This is how I see the world.
5.00 am and the driver was waiting for us. Still dark we watched the town awake as we drove up to the mountain. At first the only thing stirring on the streets were the village dogs and gradually as the time passed we encountered people going to work, school and opening the small stalls along the road side. The houses fringe the road and you seem to become partners in the scenes of bathing, cooking and the preparation for the day.
It’s a really steep road, wide enough to for just one car and situated at a 45 degree angle. There was a thread of people walking up and down the hill to somewhere.
In 2005, I discovered the world of the blog. This is an excerpt of my first blog post…. of course it wasn't in fancy wrapping like it is now. I had been writing online for years prior, I was known as "Pam in the shed' but I was quite restricted in what I could share. I understand their are rules and regulations within online groups, but there was a huge grey area and I think the rules were often misdiagnosed. One night I received an email from the School in Japan where I had been "Artist in Residence" for a week. I taught children aged 5 to 12 to quilt and we made 5 large joined quilts. It was an amazing experience. I had no idea they were going to enter the quilts into the Japan Quilt Show… but they did and that email announced that they had won the school section and the prize was quite large, computers for the school I believe… I was so excited, so I shared it online on the …
