Second Patchwork and Quilting Festival of Uruguay

June 9th, 2013

Bigger and better than last year, this festival ran for 3 days last week here in a spacious convention location in downtown Montevideo.  For the second year, it has run as part of Art Days, in which vendors and teachers ply their wares and demonstrate products, in some cases conduct classes in them.  The organisers had a large class schedule over the three days, with teachers from Brasil, Argentina, USA and Uruguay  shown on the festival’s Facebook page  On Friday afternoon last week I went down for a look-see.

There was a nicely displayed exhibition of quilts, traditional and modern – for what would a festival be without an exhibition?

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There were many people in attendance throughout the festival, and, taking into account that many people were in classes behind closed doors, the patchwork and quilting vendors and demonstrators were pretty busy through the festival.

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Check out the carpet design !!!   By the photos I took I think you’ll agree that quilters here are as focused as quilters anywhere when it comes to machines, fabrics, thread, handy accessories, notions and demonstrations.  This year the sewing machine retailers and sponsors Janome and Brother have been joined by Bernina who have a new dealership here in Uruguay.  Great news for a Bernina owner and long term devotee.

There’s an interesting business called Café Costura (literally sewing café) and they also have a FB page:

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It works just like an internet cafe – you can go there and sew, use their machines and notions, attend a sewing class or a sew-in, attend a craft class – it’s a neat idea.  I don’t know if they have them in other places, but it has caught on here in Montevideo, apparently.

A new vendor this year was Patchworklady Anna from near Atlántida.  Anna speaks several languages, German, Dutch and English, and I’m sure she’s have Spanish under her belt soon, too – she learned her very good English while quilting and teaching along with a group of women in Australia while there.  Anna’s organizing classes and plans to hold sewing days every few weeks.  You can contact her at palexanna@yahoo.com   The beautiful quilts in this photo are her own work, and demonstrate her lively sense of colour and high technical expertise levels in a variety of popular styles.

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A couple of Brasilian ladies from Porto Alegre, were down for the festival again this year, and it was nice to be remembered by Vera Escosteguy (L) and Mariana Pedrozo (R) shown here with some of their fabrics, products and class projects.   They do mail order with fabrics, much appreciated by Uruguayan quiltmakers who can access almost nothing in popular stylish cotton fabrics, unless someone sends or brings something in for them.. it has long been a frustration, but quilters here are managing to work around the situation with help of people like these two women.  You can find them on their website page, Trapos & ARTE   The website will translate into English at one click.  Their FB page has the same title.

There was a terrific stall by an enterprising Argentine Carolina Rizzi who teaches online classes with Cecilia Koppman and several others.  From Carolina I bought a natty little stand for my plastic patchwork templates – the several sizes of squares and triangles both isosceles and equilateral I use, and more. Perhaps I should have bought two – but anyway it will be useful on the work table, and I hope Carolina will be over from BA again before too long.  Her stall was also stocked with lots of different rulers/reglas and all kinds of interesting templates that every quilt shop in the US or Australia routinely carries – but dedicated quilt shops are pretty rare in this part of the world.  Quilters here frequently need to order in (mails and running the gauntlet of customs are always highly risky) or have someone bring thing like this in for them.  Determined quilters are resourceful and they do manage, but it was great to see this kind of thing is more easily available.

From what I saw it was a great success, and a tribute to the enthusiastic and hardworking local patchwork and quilting community, led by Graciela Aznarez,  who arranged it all.

From Visual Diary To Material Form

May 28th, 2013

Commenting today on the SAQA list on an issue we’ve been covering there, Laura Wasilowski’s comments reminded me I hadn’t dropped in on her blog in a while, and while I was diverted I found a thought provoking recent post on why an artist should have a sketchbook with her at all times.  Laura’s work is characterized by lots of lovely simple repeated shapes with crisp clean lines, and always in her signature wide-ranging colour palette of modern clear bright colours.  The few open pages of the sketchbook she photographed to illustrate her post show the firm decisive hand that graphically captures her favoured organic shapes and patterns.    Laura is a busy teacher across the USA, and commented that when she travels from home these days she regrets having to leave so much of her materials for creativity at home – we can no longer pack the kitchen sink to take with us on a plane!  However, creativity never really rests for an artist – despite what we might seem to be doing at any time, there’s always something going on up top, even if we are away from our own tools of trade.    Laura finds travel provides valuable time for sketching ideas in her book which she always has with her.

It set me thinking about my own process.  I thought I’d write a little about it, since I am always interested in what other artists do to get their ideas from brain to paper or fabric.  Lots of my ideas get to some note form on paper, a list, a sketch, an important word perhaps, and the majority of these jottings wait in limbo there for days, weeks,  months, years even, before taking on some form in fabric and thread.  As examples, take this collage of several pages from a blank page notebook I’ve been using on and off since my son gave it to me c. 1992    I  still use it sometimes – pencil diagrams are augmented with words, lists, quotations or a phrase of an idea, also in pencil – I keep my eraser handy but ideas no matter how inconsequential they seem at the time once jotted down tend to stay – its only diagrams that might be amended.

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All from typical pages, each group sums up the ideas in my head at the time. In the UL image, for example are diagrams exploring my ideas, and words suggesting approaches or possibilities which shortly after I put them on paper became the working diagram for ‘Ora Banda’ (1992)  my first quilt in Quilt National, 1993.  These diagrams are really as far as I ever go in making a’pattern’.  At that time I was using the ruler to cut shapes and precise 1/2″ strip inserts.  Some time I will explore the development of the curved wandering strips that appearted in much of my work 1993- 2002, when my strips became freehand, too.

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The LL photo was one called “Waterweave” which I think I only have on a slide back in Australia (note to self – get it scanned next time you’re there)   See the K1P1 annotation?  I don’t really need reminding of the image that set this one off, but in a very large ad across the bottom of the newspaper page there was a line drawing of one of our famous Antarctic explorers, Douglas Mawson I think, pictured wearing a really thick sweater with folded over ribbed collar/neck,  fisherman style – Knit 1, Pearl 1 ….  have I ever mentioned that to me a line means a potential seam?  These days that process also happens in digital form on my computer screen.  I don’t currently doodle with a Wacom tablet or anything – but I do manipulate photos I take, for even a ‘bad’ photo can be useful as an aide memoire – and I do a lot of deleting, too, once I have thought about what a pic actually says when I see it on screen.  Many saved ideas wait at that point, page or screen,  for some time, perhaps years,  before taking some form in fabric and thread.

Last year I blogged about a group of quilts based on the patterns of sand ripples.  It was for an exhibition for which entry was by proposal – my proposal included a couple of collages to show how the surface textures translated to image in  previous works:

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I was proposing designs based on sand ripples – so here I collaged some of my photos

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and then that collage was manipulated with an editing program to give the appearance of being pencil sketches:

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My point is that my visual diary, my sketch book in effect,  is in two parts – or perhaps it’s in transition from paper to digital form.  It really doesn’t matter – because as I wrote in a blog post last year  “Writing about photos I’ve taken….. helps ideas crystallise in my mind as well as provide a record, and so blogging regularly is probably the closest I’ll ever come to journalling.  Some artists put almost as much time into journalling as they do into their art and living itself.”    You can read that post in full  here .

 

 

 

 

 

Two Memorable Books

May 7th, 2013

The Light Between OceansI recently enjoyed reading the two following books for the book discussion group I belong to.  Both are by Australian authors, and both of were long listed for this year’s Miles Franklin Award, but neither made the short list.  However, that doesn’t diminish their stature, and both relate to the impact of WorldWar I on our newly independent nation.  Although ‘independent’, Australia was still part of The British Empire, and as such rushed to support the allied war effort by supplying troops representing a large percentage of our young men.  That war was brutal leading to people feeling it must be the war to end wars.  It didn’t of course.

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 Through the central character Tom, this interesting story provides a sensitive look at how WWI affected men who returned home ‘unscathed’ , that is, appearing to be of sound limb perhaps, but very emotionally disturbed by their war experiences.  Tom’s insight into his own state of mind leads him to expect to take a long time to heal. Many returning soldiers had little understanding of this and found little true understanding among people around them of how war scars psyches as well as bodies.
Quoting from the blurb on GoodReads:  “After four harrowing years on the Western Front, Tom Sherbourne returns to Australia and takes a job as the lighthouse keeper on Janus Rock, nearly half a day’s journey from the coast. To this isolated island, where the supply boat comes once a season and shore leaves are granted every other year at best, Tom brings a young, bold, and loving wife, Isabel. Years later, after two miscarriages and one stillbirth, the grieving Isabel hears a baby’s cries on the wind. A boat has washed up onshore carrying a dead man and a living baby.
Tom, whose records as a lighthouse keeper are meticulous and whose moral principles have withstood a horrific war, wants to report the man and infant immediately. But Isabel has taken the tiny baby to her breast. Against Tom’s judgment, they claim her as their own and name her Lucy. When she is two, Tom and Isabel return to the mainland and are reminded that there are other people in the world. Their choice has devastated one of them”.
Lucy’s natural mother, still lives in the small coastal town where Isabel grew up, from which the annual supply boat to the lighthouse is based, from where the boat with baby and father aboard set out, and she has never accepted that her daughter could be, indeed most likely is, dead.  Gradually, and its complicated (but at no time too complicated to follow) she learns that her husband died but that the baby was rescued.  As the story unfolds further we learn a lot about her life and how the father and baby came to be adrift at sea in a boat, and the incedible luck that the boat washed up on the rock/island it did.  The lives of all people surviving this strange but interesting set of events are set totally upside down, at times incredibly tragically, however the whole saga ends with a note of hope.  Like a richly woven multicoloured brocade – this book is enjoyable on so many levels, including vignettes of 1920’s Australian social values, the role of isolation and communication in our nation building era, and fascinating accounts of the now vanished way of life of the lighthouse keepers around our coasts, and so much more.   This is a fantastic first novel. and Margot Stedman’s next work will be eagerly awaited by many.

We also recently discussed Tom Kenneally’s  book, The Daughters of Mars which I thoroughly enjoyed. as did most others in the group.  It’s an intriguing story of fiction based on actual accounts in letters and wartime diaries of several Australian soldiers and nurses nurses involved in Egypt, Greece, France and UK

Quoting again from GoodReads’ blurb:     “From the acclaimed author of Schindler’s List, the epic, unforgettable story of two sisters from Australia, both trained nurses, whose lives are transformed by the cataclysm of the first World War. In 1915, two spirited Australian sisters join the war effort as nurses, escaping the confines of their father’s farm and carrying a guilty secret with them. Used to tending the sick as they are, nothing could have prepared them for what they confront, first near Gallipoli, then on the Western Front.  Yet amid the carnage, Naomi and Sally Durance become the friends they never were at home and find themselves courageous in the face of extreme danger, as well as the hostility they encounter from some on their own side. There is great bravery, humor, and compassion, too, and the inspiring example of the remarkable women they serve alongside. In France, where Naomi nurses in a hospital set up by the eccentric Lady Tarlton while Sally works in a casualty clearing station, each meets an exceptional man: the kind of men for whom they might give up some of their precious independence—if only they all survive.”I’m quite a Tom Kenneally fan from way back and this was one of his best.

Winter Clothes Time

May 2nd, 2013

Today it’s raining – not yet cold but I think we’ll be having our first fire in the next day or so for sure.  I received this new scarf and glove set in an end of year secret santa exchange –  I have fellow mahjong player Sally-Anne to thank for them  – they’re black and animal print, my favourite colour!

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I’m wondering if it’s possible to wear just too many animal prints in the same outfit?  Because I have a nice warm jacket, and an angora beret in black/grey, both in charcoal/black jungle print and they go together well – however adding the scarf plus trimmed gloves to that might all be a bit much!  Oh, and I have a couple of pairs of animal print jeans and pants …

The Leaning Tower of Carrasco

April 15th, 2013

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In this shot of the Casino Hotel Carrasco taken from the other side of the Rambla (esplanade) the hotel  was nearing the final competion of the massive restoration project that has just been finished – at last.   It first opened in 1921, and became an iconic building within the city of Montevideo, but after many years of gradual decline, the hotel finally closed about 17 years ago and stood forlornly looking out over the River Plate as it crumbled in situ here in Carrasco at the eastern end of Montevideo, 10 minutes from the airport.   Down the ensuing years several attempts to carry out the massive restoration job fell through, one after the other, so that locals became rather used to the huge abandoned building in which the actual casino part continued to function, until that was closed to enable the restoration to begin, again.  But this time the job was completed.   It took several years, perhaps 3, for this grand, fin de siecle hotel to be transformed as a modern 5 star hotel.  We never did get our invitation to the gala opening ….. but I heard that was very political, and so we’d have been out of our league, but we enjoyed the fireworks anyway.  One of my friend’s sons is a manager there, but even she couldn’t wangle an invite, either.

But I’ve noticed one strange thing about it – walking on the beach about a year ago, heading westwards towards the hotel, I saw for the first time that the two ‘towers’ on top are not parallel, and my keen quilter’s eye detected a lean of perhaps 3-4 degrees off vertical in the western tower.  It’s hard to photograph because if you get up closer you can’t see it properly, but I took this recent pic in favourable early morning light:

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No one I’ve talked to seems to have noticed or have any idea about it, and so I have no idea if something happened many years ago or if it is moving ever so slowly, like the Tower of Pisa, Italy !!  think I’ll get a confirmation of the situation before I spend time there …

So far, like many people thronging around the complex, we’ve been in to have a look around, but haven’t yet had lunch, dinner, or spent a night there.  Rooms start at, well, 5 star prices ;-p and gorgeous suites can be had for the thousands of dollars according to the website!  It looks lovely.  You can phone up and have a guided tour of the hotel, which we might do sometime.

In the Casino, much like other casinos, really,  there’s garish lighting of course, typical of casinos everywhere, and not many places to sit, but I thought these chairs looked very a nice, stylish shape, though I wasn’t mad about the upholstery fabric which on one chair was aready showing a split seam at a corner.   I do think leather would have been far classier, as they produce heaps of really lovely leather in this country – colours, textures, stamped designs, beautiful.

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Of course I tried one for comfort, and am sorry to report these are the most dreadfully uncomfortable chairs I have ever sat in – well, more like ‘perched on’, really, as the back rest is so far back at a difficult angle which leaves you literally sprawling in the chair – horribly uncomfortable, and there’s no way to sit in a ladylike manner.  Mike commented they don’t want you sitting around the gambling areas, anyway…. and he has a point.

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