Years ago I took a photo of my husband and oldest granddaughter walking on the beach. I always loved that photo and knew that someday I would do something special with it. After learning more about making pictorial quilts, including a workshop with Wendy Butler Berns, I made this quilt.
I enjoyed the process of making it immensely – and loved quilting it with silk thread. I used Superior’s Kimono #100, a very fine thread.
And this is the photo that I took when my granddaughter was only 2 years old. She is now a senior in high school !
I’m very excited to be represented on Fine Art America.
This is a Print on Demand service. I have placed select photography on the site and will add more. These photos are available in a large variety of sizes as well as note cards. Matting and framing are optional. Please take a look and let me know what you think.! Thank you !!
BTW, if you have seen other photography or art work on my site that you would like in the form of a print or greeting card, please let me know and I will upload the image to FAA. I usually keep my original digital images and most of them are fairly high resolution.
During a hike along the Bear Valley Trail up in the Point Reyes National Seashore I was busy snapping picture after picture – Glorious scenes in every direction – soaking it all in.
I happened to glance down at one point and a pile of leaves caught my eye. Thus began my chronicling of this previously neglected surface. There will definitely be more to come. I also want to play with these images and see what else I can uncover in them.
The November prompt word from the Haiku Art Group is “gnarled.” First thing I decided was that this one will be a photo – no time right now to do a quick art quilt for this theme and besides, I knew the perfect subject for my ‘gnarled’ challenge.
For several years we have had a little family of feral cats occupying our back yard. Yes, we’ve been feeding them, and at one point early on we trapped them (3) and took them to be sterilized and for shots. We then turned them loose once again. There was no way these were ever going to be pets.
Now, there is one plus a couple of neighborhood interlopers who come around from time to time. This remaining little cat is the original – the Mom cat – she must be at least 15 or 16 now and is a tiny tough kitty. And very gnarly indeed.
…So I’m sitting here in my window seat writing, staring at some particularly fluffy clouds only partially obscuring my vision of the land beneath. Some of the cloud peaks are magnificent reminding me of mountain peaks; others of peaks of whipped cream. Still others are spread out and breaking up like ice floes on a tranquil sea of sky blue.
I’m all ear budded up with my iPod, listening to Pretty Hate Machine. I’ve settled into that unique cocoon that you can get into at 30,000 feet – where you can consider your world, your life with a decidedly dispassionate view – like you’re somehow apart from it all.
I was thinking about sketching some of those clouds but I’ve changed my mind. My muse is telling me to record what I’m seeing in words instead.