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.
Thrift store shopping is a must for a textile artist. I find the most amazing treasures there.
My friend Ginger and I braved 108 degree heat on the weekend to beat a path on the hot pavements to photograph the art.
Even the hotel concierge at the closest town was a little coy. Somehow you get the feeling that something is wrong, but of course you have no way of working it out. He did tell us that the park closed at 8.00 pm and it was already 6.00 pm. The evening was closing in and I was anxious to catch the light and the park was 24 miles away. But we arrived in good time and prepared to pay and drive through the park.
I know it makes a difference.
I donate my time, airfare…. Well, everything really and this year we had students come from all over the USA to attend. It’s a humbling experience.
Thank you too to Tutor Sue Rasmussen for donating her time we really appreciate it.
We have about 50 booths and I have to say almost all of the participants in the booths are there with stories to tell, so I will share those with you over the next few days.
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.
The South Australian Quilt Guild have a yearly Country Forum. It was held in the Ballroom at the Burnside Community centre. Excited car and bus loads of gals came from all over the State. The idea is to involve the country folk in the guild functions. Maxine Smith (el Presidente ) held the floor and Sandy Jones and her band of helpers, cooked, prepared goody bags and worked exceedingly hard to make this a day to be remembered.
Day 2 of the travels, this part was written in Tasmania and I think some of the Tassy ladies might remember the experiences.
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.
There is a pile of vintage quilts in the room I use waiting to be shipped home. In the mean time I sleep on and under them at each visit and the challenge of the bargain and the purchase is exciting. I keep those memories fresh when I use them daily in my home in Australia. The pasts have flown over the ocean and the hands that worked them are appreciated more than the maker ever imagined.
What stories they could tell, but by using them, they are bought to life again.