I had started this quilt some time back. When I started this blog in fact, because a part of it appeared further down the page in my first writings here.
It had then hit the UFO stash, which seems to grow biggger by the year. At the rate I am travelling the cats are going to have to leave home to make room for the quilts instead of just sleeping on them as they do.
Today I 'found' the quilt,and started embellishing it again. Twenty years on a potter's wheel in my previous creative life have left me with hands that refuse to sew the kind of embroidery that I see other crazy quilters achieving. All those colonial knots send my hands stiff when I wake up the next morning.
So being a lover of machines I realised I would have to use them as cleverly as I could to make my quilts heavy with stitch and glow like the inside of an Aladdin's Cave. So I fancy stitch with them, create machine embroidery with them
and enrich my fabric as best I can. Block one appea
My mother is leaving, she has terminal cancer. The saddest part is you suddenly realise that your connection to your distant childhood past is going with her. Who will you talk to about stories from so long ago. The night she gathered up the autumn oak leaves from the road in the car headlights, the air bitter and cold. They magically became a fancy dress piece titled "Autumn" for my school presentation evening. She has forgotten it now, I tried to tell her the other day it is one of my favourite childhood memories. I have been working with rusting fabrics and making wall quilts. My childhood was spent in the country around Armidale and I used to spend hours in my grandfather's wool shed, I can still see the sunlight on the floor there. The rusted quilts are all created with my memory of shed walls and rusting tractors and tin rooves. So today I am putting this piece up in honour of my mum. She may have forgotten a lot now but I will always remember. She i
Pastel of this beautiful small bird that lives in the Australian bush. From a photograph with the kind permission of Darryl Kirby. These are the sweetest birds and when I lived in the mountains we had a family who lived in our garden, a small brood of females with one male. The females are often referred to as Jenny Wrens. I always love to paint them and imagine myself back in my old garden while I do. image unframed is 10 x 10 inches. All my works are available for sale.
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