Cups of creamy fresh yoghurt, served in earthen ware cups and deep fried chilli stuffed with cottage cheese and other things that I’m not able to remember added to the monkeys in the tree above us stealing bananas from the vendor. In the mean time, the traffic passed us by in it’s alarming constant stream punctuated by the sound off a hundred horns.
Images of a visit to the puppeteers village in Jaipur, the pictures tell the story.
Having the freedom to stand out there in silence, under the sun, observing the history of this area is wonderful.
I concentrated on capturing the texture and the patterns made.
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.
The colors take your breath away. I love the constant movement of fabric and flowers.
When I was eleven, a friend of my Mothers showed me pictures of the Taj Mahal, she had visited as a travel agent and my imagination went wild… I will never forget that afternoon its still very vivid in my mind. How could I imagine that I, a poor shy kid for the suburbs would be able to visit it… Well here I am and I’m going to enjoy every minute.
I just love going to award ceremonies and dear friend Mark Sherman gave a very moving tribute to AQS founder Bill Schroeder who passed away recently. What an amazing legacy he leaves.
I have a lot of folks ask me. Just what do you really do… Well, this is part of my life as a textile artist… It’s not everything I do, but it’s part of it.
Thrift store shopping is a must for a textile artist. I find the most amazing treasures there.