The colors of Antigua Guatemala.
Down cobblestone streets full of color and noise. The temperature is in the high 70's and the air is clean. The streets are full of people, I'm sad to see so many children working on the street selling things. My Pollyanna persona hopes that they go to school later or earlier in the day. Many women still wear traditional dress, and the color combination is astounding. I learn so much about color from just observing. There is often music in the air and the smell of coffee emanating from the little boutique shops is tantalizing.That said I'm not diminishing the fact that the wages are very low here and for many people life is hard. I hope you don't mind my perspective of what I see. And then there are the churches.
Stitching texture.
I finished another UFO today.Well, I guess they are not UFO's (un-finished objects) unless you leave hem that way.
Grandma’s Sunday.
I just decided to document the day as I was deciding the best way to make this new project.
Thrift store magic – photographic journal.
Thrift store shopping is a must for a textile artist. I find the most amazing treasures there.
The pit weaver of Oman – A traveling Quilters Joy.
We were welcomed into their house. The entire family assembled to meet us. Father and two of the sons showed us the weaving, but I sort of lost something in the translation. I don't think the Father is doing it any more because of his poor eyesight.We were ushered into the main room of the house which was painted bright yellow. Around the 4 walls as sumptuous seating.
Two gals on the road, – learning to ‘see’
I'm 69 and I've made a concerted effort over the past few years to 'observe'. I sort of feel that I probably have another 10-15 years left to really 'see' and I sure don't want to miss anything. That doesn't seem long enough for me but it's reality.
Taking photos of animals to create textile art.
My passion is thread painting. (using the sewing machine to create an image with thread) and not having a cat I practice taking photos on my friends cat. She is patient and sits with a fixed stare as if to say. 'Just take it'
The Tailor.
We've spent almost 3 days here in this city and indeed in one of the other the squares, this old man has a position in one of the raised, tiled platforms. He smokes quietly and deliberately seeming to savor his cigarette. He's a tailor. and his equipment is stored in a small alcove set in the wall behind him. A pair of scissors, a container of machine oil and 2 reels of thread.
Mum you didn’t really drape you quilts over the Police Bike did you?
I tried to explain Quilting to him, but he didn't understand so I said, let me show you a quilt. I opened the trunk and we had show and tell right on the road side, Drowning Bear draped across his bike and the sun shining against the brightest blue sky.
Lake Atitlan memories.
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.