Pani display (till 26 November)
Among Carol's many drawings done on holiday is this view of Brixham -
Fine Art Quilt Masters at Festival of Quilts, had been to an eco-dyeing workshop
|(Unironed) "muted/desaturated" scraps|
|A maelstorm of tiny scraps to add to the journal quilts currently under construction|
|One such use for a tiny scrap|
|Lovely big scrap, and some smaller ones|
|Frottage on organza|
|... and some "what next" thoughts|
|Samples of couching that had found their way into the|
scrap box; the backgrounds have been tinted with ink
|Hedges planted near the road to block noise - and sight of traffic|
|Different types of paving ... which is for the pedestrians?|
|A street without activity - does it feel safe?|
|Are railings actually functional?|
|Safebreaker 1, locksmith's window display|
|Locks and keys|
As I posted our trip photos on Facebook, I had friends who kept saying “you must visit Ely Cathedral”. And we did. Our group of happy travelers boarded the bus early on Saturday and headed toward Cambridge and the small town of Ely. Our guide told us that people always wonder how this majestic cathedral was built in such a small out of the way village. It was founded by a very religious queen, Etheldreda, who had lived a rather complicated life. She restored an old church in 673 AD. The monastery flourished for 200 years and was destroyed by the Danes. Work on the present Cathedral began in the 11th century. There are many architectural styles in the cathedral which blend to create a place of great beauty.
The ceiling of the nave was installed as part of the Victorian restoration. It tells the story of the ancestry of Jesus. It is so beautiful.
Here are some other photos of the interior. Be sure to click to see a larger view.
I loved the Lady Chapel.
It is an open space flooded with light from the beautiful windows.
The chapel once had stained glass windows and painted statues in the niches. They were destroyed by Puritans during the Reformation because they rejected decoration in sacred spaces.
This is the altar and the statue of Mary above it. It was created by sculptor David Wynne and received mixed reviews. Some say it looks like Beyonce!!
The niches along the sides of the chapel have needle point cushions portraying the laborers who built the cathedral.
I saw a quilt when I viewed this floor.
There was a mix of modern and ancient sculpture.
This is another piece by David Wynne.
A crying cherub.
And this wall sculpture greets people as they enter the cathedral.
This is a closeup of an architectural detail on the exterior.
After visiting Ely, we got back on the bus and soon found ourselves in a rainy Cambridge. It did not deter the boaters on the river.
This is a view of King’s College.
We walked a bit in the rain and found a place to duck inside and eat lunch. We all gathered again for a tour of the King’s College Chapel. This Ruben’s painting of The Adoration of the Magi is behind the altar.
On Sunday, we headed for St Paul’s Cathedral for the morning service. We then hung around the area; ate lunch at the cathedral cafe, watched a marathon running through central London, attended the late afternoon evensong and walked a few blocks to the Ye Olde Cock Tavern where we all gathered for an end of the trip celebration.
It was a fun 12 days.
|Soluble graphite, and coffee wash|
|Grey Posca pen, indigo Inktense pencil|
|Silky start for a cushion cover? Early 2000s - I'd planned to embroider|
four chinese characters in the centre, and free-machine the outside
|Painting from a class in 2013 or so, done from a photo|
I took in an unmemorable seaside town; size is A2-ish
|Inky squiggles, done on the Extended Drawing course a couple of years ago|
We boarded our coach after brseakfast and headed for Windsor Castle. One of my friends proclaimed it a proper fairy tale castle. We were given audio guides for our walk through thi immense place. The size of the Castle is breath taking, in fact it is the largest and oldest occupied Castle in the world and it’s where Her Majesty The Queen chooses to spend most of her private weekends.
There was no photography allowed inside the buildings. St. George’s chapel was beautiful and so well cared for. It was my favorite part of the tour. We also got to view Queen Mary’s Dolls’ House, the largest, most beautiful and most famous dolls’ house in the world, created in the 1920s and filled with thousands of objects made by leading craftsmen, artists and designers of the time.
You could buy ice cream made from real milk from the royal farms.
Here are some shots of the exterior.
We watched the changing of the guard. I made a video, but I couldn’t upload it to the blog. We left the castle and went down to the village for lunch before heading back to the hotel. My daughters had requested more photos of their Dad being silly.
We rested and then got dressed up for our evening. We took the underground to St. Paul’s for evensong and then walked across the Millenium Bridge to find a place for dinner. We found a Turkish restaurant with a pre-theater menu of 3 courses and wine for a fixed price. It was pretty good. Our big event for the evening was Twelfth Night at The Shakespeare Globe theater.
It was so much fun, even if the seats were a hard wooden bench with no back. We were in the third tier of the open air theater. Below you can see the standing room area which was packed with people.
This production of Twelfth Night was set in the 1970’s with music from the 70’s. It was a hoot. I snagged this photo from their website.
I loved the colorful lights in the trees outside the theater.
I got this photo of St. Paul’s Dome as we walked back over the bridge to take the underground home.
This was one of my most active days.
|Drawing by Vija Celmins (via)|
Dear girls and boys,
would you go with me and tell me
back to the beginning
--so we can understand!
the journey of our lives
where we met with cruelty
but kindness, too,
and nosed up out
of the cold dark water,
and walked on our fins...
-- Jean Valentine
Door in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems
delve into dream lives with glimpses of the personal and political. In the New York Times Book Review, David Kalstone said of her work, “Valentine has a gift for tough strangeness, but also a dreamlike syntax and manner of arranging the lines of ... short poems so as to draw us into the doubleness and fluency of feelings.”
We were so excited to hop on a coach with our fellow Trinity companions and head south to the city of Canterbury. Our mission was to visit the Canterbury Cathedral, kind of the mother church of the Anglican/Episcopal Communion. It is the Cathedral of the Archbishop of Canterbury, the symbolic leader of the Anglican Communion. Mr C and I love visiting cathedrals. Most of these big cathedrals in the UK were built long ago – the original structure was built in 597 AD. The cathedral went through many incarnations, but the basis of the current cathedral was built in the 15th and 16th centuries. When you look at the magnificent architecture and realize it was built with very primitive tools, you can understand why it took years and years to finish construction.
We were divided into smaller groups and assigned a well-educated docent who led each tour. Here are some photos that I took of the structure and beauty of this place. (Be sure to click on photos to see them larger.)
One of the men in our group asked if there was much stained glass. The guide kind of smiled and said you will see. The stained glass in this cathedral is extensive and beautiful. Here are some examples:
One of the most notable events in the early history of the Canterbury Cathedral was the assassination of Archbishop Thomas Becket.
A pivotal moment in the history of the cathedral was the murder of the archbishop, Thomas Becket, in the north-west transept (also known as the Martyrdom) on Tuesday, 29 December 1170, by knights of King Henry II. The king had frequent conflicts with the strong-willed Becket and is said to have exclaimed in frustration, “Who will rid me of this turbulent priest?” Four knights took it literally and murdered Becket in his own cathedral. After the Anglo-Saxon Ælfheah, Becket was the second Archbishop of Canterbury to be murdered.
The posthumous veneration of Becket made the cathedral a place of pilgrimage. This brought both the need to expand the cathedral and the wealth that made it possible.
After our tour, we spent some time in the city of Canterbury which had a nice array of shops and restaurants. It was a nice day and we enjoyed just sitting and watching people.
I was not quite as active today – pacing myself!! My back was hurting quite a bit so I sat down as often as I could.
On Wednesday of our week in the UK, we had a free day. Mr C had booked a day trip to Stonehenge and Bath before our trip. We took the underground one stop and walked to where we were to meet the coach. We were not sure where we were supposed to be, but a family from Finland told us that we were in the right spot. It was gray and cloudy and rain was in the forecast.
By the time we got to Stonehenge it was raining and very windy. Here is the queue for the shuttle at the welcome center to the location of the stones.
I enjoyed checking out the wild flowers along the path.
Here is the mob of people walking up to the stones in the rain!!
We admired the stones and the ingenuity of the people who put them here.
We got a selfie with the stones in the background. By this time the rain was coming down horizontally.
We went back to the welcome center and perused the displays with all the other folks. The welcome center was very well done and I wish it had not been so crowded so that I could see the displays a bit better. Then, we ate a sandwich lunch before getting back on the bus and off to Bath.
As you can see, it was really raining when we got to Bath. I would like to have been able to see the beautiful countryside bathed in sunlight!
We were warned by our guide that we must be back on the bus by 4pm or we would be left behind and have to spend 30 pounds to take the train back to London. We queued up again at the Roman Baths while she got our group tickets.
We were inside with another mob of people, but at least it was dry. We both enjoyed the baths and the ancient architecture, artifacts and stories.
It was still raining when we left the baths so we ducked into a coffee shop until the rain let up. We decided to check out a marketplace with various vendors. I found a booth that was selling sewing supplies:
I wish I had bought some of the dyes to try.
All of a sudden, it was time to head back to the bus and every street and building looked the same. We knew we needed to get near the cathedral.
We finally found the spot where the bus was supposed to be and there was no bus and we couldn’t find anyone who was on our bus. Slight panic happened. Then we began to see others and the bus finally showed up.
We got back to our underground station and bought some take out and a bottle of wine to take back to the room. We were damp, tired and happy with our rainy adventure. This was my activity for the day.
Tuesday, the coach picked us up and delivered us at the Tower of London. We were met with a chain link fence, cordoning off a construction area.
Mr C and I had toured here a few years ago so I was not enthusiastic about expending energy up and down stairs and to check out the Crown Jewels. We made our way to the entrance and up to a plaza area where I found a bench. It was a beautiful day and I was a bit weary so I decided I would just people watch. I loved this view of the chapel with one of the very avant garde modern buildings in the background.
I also got this photo of one of the ravens that live on the grounds.
Here is a bit of trivia about them:
Legend says that the kingdom and the Tower will fall if the six resident ravens ever leave the fortress. According to the stories, it was Charles II who first insisted that the ravens of the Tower should be protected.
This was against the wishes of his astronomer, John Flamsteed, who complained that the ravens impeded the business of his observatory in the White Tower.
Despite the painless clipping of one wing, some ravens do in fact go absent without leave and others have even been sacked. Raven George was dismissed for eating television aerials and Raven Grog was last seen outside an East End pub.
‘The ravens eat 170g of raw meat a day, plus bird biscuits soaked in blood. They also enjoy an egg once a week, the occasional rabbit (complete with fur) and scraps of fried bread.
I also had a view of the red suited guards who marched back and forth. I had a video of them, but I guess I deleted it.
We also decided to join a Yeoman Warder tour ( also known as Beefeaters). They are very articulate and funny.
He ended the tour in the chapel where we could ask questions. I thought the windows were beautiful.
Then, we were back on the bus and off to the Thames where we had a boat ride to the Westminster Pier. Here is a collage of photos:
We were then on our own. By this time, I was starving and about to hit the wall from exhaustion and jet lag. I will admit to being a bit of a mench!! We found a place for lunch and pondered our next adventure. It was between walking over the bridge and riding on The London Eye that giant Ferris wheel on the South Bank of the River Thames or walking to the National Gallery of London. I opted for the National Gallery and we headed to Trafalgar Square. It was a bit warm and I was still hitting that jet lag wall. We found our priest, Julia, sitting in the square with a friend of the family who works in London. They got up to leave and gave us their seats in the shade. I kept looking at the National Gallery in front of us.
I finally said, I need to go back to the hotel room and take a nap. Mr C was not at all unhappy with this decision. We fell into bed and a deep sleep. We woke feeling refreshed and found a nice place for dinner on High Street. It was the cure for my crankiness.
Here is my activity for Day 2 in London. Taking the Underground will provide you with plenty of flights of stairs!
|Lavender, astilbe, Miscanthus sinensis 'Red Chief', hydrangea paniculata, japanese anenome,|
between those lillipop lilacs that make me smile
|Screen 4, Crouch End Picturehouse, on a aunny Sunday afternoon|
|This is "the vision" - though the garden is not so large, nor so enclosed|
Our hotel in London was in the Kensington area with a short walk to the Underground Station. We met out guide and several other members of our Trinity group in the lobby after breakfast and made our way to the station. It was recommended that we buy an Oyster Card which is a weekly pass for using transit in London. We got a tutorial on what trains go where and how to use the underground and headed for St. Paul’s Cathedral which is in the main London area, near the Thames.
We then went off in separate directions. Mr C and I had decided to head over the Millenium Bridge to the Tate Modern. The Millenium Bridge is a modern pedestrian bridge across the Thames. It is directly across from St. Paul’s, where the choir was to be artists in residence for the next week. Here is a collage of views of and from the bridge. (Click to see larger images.)
While walking across, we discovered a guy making a tiny painting on the bridge. Then we found several of these paintings scattered on the bridge surface. Apparently, he makes a background from gum and then paints it.
At the Tate, we bought tickets for a special exhibit of Giacometti sculptures. No photos were allowed. The exhibit was extensive and we really enjoyed it.
We went to the top floor to have lunch. There were big windows with a view across the river. The dome is St. Pauls.
I also took this panoramic shot from the outside deck. I really love the mixture of very avant garde modern architecture, mixed with the traditional and more ancient architecture. Be sure to click on this link for the impact of this photo.
After lunch we visited the free galleries to see more art.
I photographed these images because they look like interesting layouts for some quilts.
We hung around the area and did some people watching before going back across the bridge to St. Paul’s for the first Evensong sung by the choir. Then back on the underground to the hotel for some dinner.
As I may have mentioned in an earlier blog post, I have been plagued with backaches since my knee replacement surgery. I was very concerned about my ability to keep up with everyone on this trip. I did quite well. I often had to stop and rest. My pain always subsides when I sit for a bit. We had pretty great weather for most of the trip.
I was amazed when I checked my activity level for the day:
|Entire sheet, almost densely patterned enough|
|Once it's cut to size, there's about this much on an individual book|
|Needs a bit more on the left|
|...or does it?|
|Love those spirals!|
|Some of the collection have patterns inside the covers too|
(others will be sewn on the train to FOQ)
I know I have been missing from this blog for a loooong time. I lost interest. I got wrapped up in political stuff. I was spending my energy on Instagram and Facebook. I love reading other people’s blogs and realized that I should get back at it so here I am. I am currently very jet-lagged as Mr C and I just returned from 12 days in Paris and London. We accompanied the Trinity Cathedral Choir. They were invited to sing at Notre Dame Cathedral and the American Cathedral (Episcopal) in Paris. That is where we started our journey on Friday, July 28th.
I had not been to Paris in a long time so it was pretty exciting when our bus from the airport drove by the Arc de Triomphe. We got settled in our room and slept a bit because who can sleep on a plane?? Then we took a walk to the Eiffel Tower which was in the neighborhood of our hotel.
We found a nice restaurant near our hotel and had an early dinner. We were the only ones in the restaurant for most of our meal. We only had one day to do something fun in Paris. My choice was to go to Le Marais to the Picasso Museum. We got a ticket for the metro and off we went. When we got to our stop, Mr C went to one door and I went to another. He is out on the platform and my door is not opening and suddenly the train is taking off. I lost it! I was abandoned. A lovely family (Dad, Mom and 10 year old daughter) came to my rescue. They are French but live in Pittsburgh. They got off at the next stop with me and hatched a plan. She would wait for the next train to come and watch for Mr C. He insisted on escorting me back to the previous stop. She would call him if Mr C arrived before we got on the other train. As luck would have it, both trains arrived at the same time. She contacted us before we got on the train and Mr C and I were reunited. As scary as this was at the time, I loved what happened. This family was so kind and so generous with their time. I will never forget them. I learned that you need to push a little green button to get off the metro in Paris.
We finally arrived in Le Marais. I loved this section of Paris. I could spend days there. We found the museum with a little help from random people on the street.
We thoroughly enjoyed a couple of hours here. There was a special exhibit of his work that involved all the women in his life. But, I enjoyed the permanent exhibit of his work.
At one time, he was into multi-media collages and so was kind of a fiber artist!!
(This piece has a reflection from glass.)
That evening, the choir sang mass at the Notre Dame cathedral. When we got there we were amazed to find a long line of folks waiting to get in for the service.
After the service, we enjoyed a wonderful meal with friends from Trinity. One of the couples has a second home in France where they spend several months of the year. It was good to see them. She had made a reservation at a wonderful restaurant. We had a private room and closed the place down. We decided to take a taxi back to the hotel.
The next day, a bus was supposed to pick us up and take us and our luggage to the American Cathedral, but, oops!, it never showed up. People started calling Ubers and taxis and somehow we all got to the cathedral before the morning service.
After church we had lunch nearby and then a bus picked us up and took us to the train station where we boarded the Eurostar which would take us through the chunnel to London. Another oops, as 14 people got left behind. The Eurostar waits for no one! The next train was a half hour later. They got to go first class and were served dinner and wine.
I will continue with our awesome London adventures tomorrow.
A blast from the past..almost three years ago at International Quilt Festival Houston, 2014, I was interviewed by the Save Our Stories project. I was able to record a little about making the portrait of our son Eli during Cross Country season 2013. The recording has finally been uploaded to the internet, so I thought I would share. This quilt will also be in the upcoming Rising Stars exhibit which will feature the work of two artists, me and Karlyn Bue Lorenz. I hope you enjoy this visit, and even more I hope I will get to see some of you at my exhibit of 24 of my pieces.
Hi folks! I am in the midst of preparing a book of my work including the 24 pieces that will be in my part of the Rising Stars exhibit this coming fall at International Quilt Market and International Quilt Festival Houston, as well as many of my other best pieces from the past decade and bits about my life and influences. If you have experience selling books from either Blurb or CreateSpace (an Amazon company) let me know. I am still undecided which platform to use. I would dearly love your input, whether you have self-published or as a consumer.
I feel the quality of the Premium Magazine at Blurb is definitely better than the book I can create through CreateSpace–I have copies of Blurb books, Blurb premium magazine (which you would never know is a “magazine” as it is exceptional quality–a teacher I know uses this for her books and it is excellent), and several books (exhibit catalogs) from CreateSpace. I really really want top quality over profits on this, but I also would like folks to be able to purchase the book easily online.
With both platforms, I can select an 8 1/2 x 11 portrait format (vertical) so I can include large images with good detail shots. For print quality, Blurb Premium “Magazine” wins and the cost (unlike Blurb books) is reasonable. For customer ease and distribution, using Createspace on Amazon is better because Amazon takes a much lower percentage of the sales price is you use their platform. What to do?
For international customers, absolutely the Amazon/CreateSpace option is better because it can be on-demand printed from European Amazon sites, thereby reducing postage costs. For those in the US, I can have it on my site and Amazon-or-Blurb, depending on my final decision. The Blurb “magazine” is better overall print and paper quality, the template software is superb, but even if I can manage to list it on Amazon, I would make almost nothing (less than a dollar probably) per copy to keep it in the affordable range.
Please let me know your thoughts! Would you buy from Blurb? Or do you vastly prefer Amazon? Price would be $25-30 plus any shipping depending on final page count–I’m guesstimating 80 pages, but could be a bit more or a bit less. My goal is to keep the price under $30.