I bought rolls of the paper in the dark storeroom below. We had little idea of what we were buying because there was no light.. just an occasional flicker of a torch. I have a duty to use the paper, which I have begun to do today and as I handle it the memories flood back.
Adelaide, South Australia, has been my home city for the past 60 years and it still retains a colonial direction which has successfully blended with modernism. All over the city are small pockets of the past blended with the flamboyance of the new and I embrace it all with enthusiasm. A few days ago, I took the trusty camera and wandered with friends capturing the ambience of the street. But turn the corner and venture in to Rundle Street, one is transported into the present with a street lined with Restaurants and I presume this door is the gateway to a Nightclub, now silent and a little worse for wear in the daylight hours. Walk the lanes off the main street and there is a riot of colour on the walls
We visited Sanctuario de Chimayo
At Easter, Chimayo becomes a destination for the faithful. The Good Friday procession, the Easter Pilgrimage, is an amazing sight. During Holy Week thousands of pilgrims journey to El Santuario de Chimayó. They leave from their homes, or their cars parked on the roadside, to walk 10, 20, 30, or even 100 miles to reach Chimayo.
In the darkness before Good Friday, pilgrims line the highways north of Santa Fe carrying crosses and glow sticks. By Easter Sunday tens of thousands of worshipers have passed through
Thrift store shopping is a must for a textile artist. I find the most amazing treasures there.
This week, I’m preparing photos to accompany my quilts at the Paducah Show. It’s quite exciting to present an exhibition such as this and I decided to actually create a portrait in thread rather than just add a photo of myself.
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 …
I sleep little the night before I leave. Goodness, I spend most of my life traveling, you’d think that I would be used to it. OK, yes I am, but it’s the fact that I need to have all my ducks in a row and I have been known to forget something… Like my undies for instance. Having to replace them in Thailand was hilarious. I’m not huge, but I’m also not Thai size!
What is Drapplique.
My word for drawing and appliqué.
A few people have written to me and asked how to complete this small piece.
I’ve been blogging for 15 years now. I decided to put my writings into a book form, and its grown and grown. I decided to add it to the blog format I write now. It begins in 2005 in Tasmania. Some of you will find yourselves as participants of the journey.
I’ve visited Asilomar for the past 5 years, however, this year I took the opportunity to take a few images to share with my friends.