Today has been a mixture of measures. Juggling the norm to create something new. As well as family pleasures I bought 3 new pairs of glasses, a blue pair, a black and white pair and a black and orange pair ! (those of you who know me, know my passion for unusual glasses) Family pleasures was spending time with Grandie Jaya, aged 3 who is staying with us for a few days and Baby Jay who had his first visit to our house this evening. Then it was back to work. In completing my latest project in thread painting I’ve needed to study the subject very carefully. It’s my own image, I know it very intimately, I have actually drawn every piece of fur before committing it to thread. I have a number of photo images to follow, and I try to capture the image in thread as close to the photo as possible. Fur is interesting to do. I actually lay down a light layer, next a medium thread color, a dark final layer …
If you asked me now what I would like to do when I grow up. I would say I would like to be a photographic journalist and a Textile Art Designer.
My world has changed almost faster than I can keep up. Who hasn’t seen their life fundamentally changed by technology over the past decades
I’m going to add the conversations and consternations. I’m going to add to the stories, because in all honesty, there was always a lot more going on behind the words. Interesting things happened as a result of the blog. People commented, people contacted me and expanded on the subject I was talking about. I met the most fascinating people who need to be recognised as part of this journey.
I’ve had 5 days of village life. Would I like to live in that environment? I think in all honesty, I have to say No, not really, but it’s been a wonderful experience to immerse myself in village life day after day.
Behind me, the paper lady received her breakfast of hot milk, tortillas and sauces. She smiled at me when I asked her if it was good and gave me the thumbs up. The milk was served from a hidden container in a basket shrouded in towels and held in a hand-made raffia bag. The milk was steaming as it was poured into the cup.
When American school buses reach the age of ten years or 150,000 miles, they are sold at auction. Many of these buses are bought and driven down through Mexico to Guatemala where they are prepared for their second lives. In contrast to their modest first lives as yellow buses carting children to school, their second lives are spent stuffed with people, topped with roof racks full of cargo, and driving at high speeds over mountain passes. The old yellow paint is covered with colorful murals and praises to Jesus. They are called. “Chicken buses”
Last week when I took my friends to the flower and fabric market it was teaming with rain, so I went back today to take photos for them.
This is an extremely difficult art installation to describe, so I let the images do the talking.
The next band was a little more sedate. They played rousing tunes to the beat of the band leaders waving baton The audience were entranced and some jumped up from their seats and joined in the revelry.
The QVA building in Sydney is just beautiful and I love capturing the images there. Its right opposite our hotel and we can just pop over for a coffee.