I love to travel all over the globe shopping for textiles to add to my wearable art. I have taught quilting to school children in Nepal, seminole patchwork to seamstresses in Thailand, and jackets and embellishment to quilters in Turkey where I also served as a judge at 2 of their International Quilt Shows. I have created garments for 5 Fairfield and Bernina Fashion Shows and teach classes on embellishment and wearable art. Lately I have been leaning more toward making art quilts.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Trip to D.C., A Song for the Horse, Part 3
Another beautiful jacket
This looks really uncomfortable for both the horse and the rider.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Trip to D.C., A Song for the Horse, Part 2
Monday, March 26, 2012
Trip to D.C., A Song for the Horse Nation Part 1
The Story of the Horse in Indian Culture
The story of the relationship of Native peoples and horses is one of the great sagas of human contact with the animal world. Native peoples have traditionally regarded the animals in our lives as fellow creatures with which a common destiny is shared. When American Indians encountered horses—which some tribes call the Horse Nation—they found an ally, inspiring and useful in times of peace, and intrepid in times of war. Horses transformed Native life and became a central part of many tribal cultures.
By the 1800s, American Indian horsemanship was legendary, and the survival of many Native peoples, especially on the Great Plains, depended on horses. Native peoples paid homage to horses by incorporating them into their cultural and spiritual lives, and by creating art that honored the bravery and grace of the horse.
The glory days of the horse culture were brilliant but brief, lasting just over a century. The bond between American Indians and the Horse Nation, however, has remained strong through the generations.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Trip to Washington, D.C., Part 2
One of my favorite paintings of William Grant by Gilbert Stuart in the Art Museum.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Trip to D.C.
After a few days respite to unpack my bags it was time for a trip to my sister's house in D.C. This lion is in a park honoring fallen police officers.