A Foggy Thursday
In my past life, I made many trips to Houston, discovered the tunnel system and went to meetings in one of those high rise buildings. They sway in the wind—just like being on a ship at sea—and then there is the fog. It is odd to look out the windows and see tiny people and cars on the streets below—but even odder to look out and see nothing at all due to the fog. Perhaps Jack and the Beanstalk odd.
Thursday was supposed to be a gorgious sunshiney day perfect for being outside.
It was chilly, drippy, and foggy.
After a lecture by Jilly Kertulla on Friday ..notes on that are coming… I realized that I did indeed look for various things during a museum or art gallery opening.
Quilt Festival usuall has several themed exhibits in addition to the juried/judged show.
In the far back on the right was the Cherrywood Challenge of ‘Grafitti’. Each year, a challenge is issued; packets of their fabric are sold and contestants produce artwork of their own design. Bob Ross, Diana, Lion King are some of the past challenges—all immensely popular and fascinating.
This was my favorite piece of the group,
There were two color quilts–all seemed to use just two fabrics with some very odd and interesting color choices, some more successful than others.
Traditional quilts are based on blocks, repeated in various ways—perhaps different colors or sizes.
Here one shape is repeated but off-set.
This is Tamalpais by Rhonda Rosales
Repetition can be dimensional in this next piece by Naomi Velasquez called Blood Knot
Those are hundreds of ‘tongues’ with a pink edging sewin in a pattern—we all tried to figure out how it was created as there were no raw edges. This piece is in the Frank Klein collection.
There were traditional patterns made with intricate piecing in what I would have cut a single piece,…such as this variation of a sunflower block
A book was available offering the pattern–called Lost Star by Sheila Bishop. One of my friends bought the pattern—it would definitely be a construction challenge.
This next piece was fascinating…ut was a tradutuibak vert large clamshell but each clamshell was broken up into intricate pieces. I did not notate the artist—my apologies.
This last piece today took my breath away. It is Cherry Blossoms and includes 640 girls—all different—, my detail photos are a bit blurry—
I have searched my catalog and notes but cannot find the artist’s name. I know she is from Japan—and I am in awe of this incredible work.
Tomorrow—a few more photos