Monday, May 17, 2010
I was recently interviewed on Dinner at Eight Artists blog. Please click on the link to read the interview. I am honored beyond belief to be included with the artists listed here. My quilt, Quagmire, will be part of a special exhibit at the International Quilt Festival in Long Beach, California July 22-25; and in Houston, Texas , Nov. 4-7. This has been a real growth experience for me. I want to sincerely thank Jamie Fingal and Leslie Jenison for their work as curators for this exhibit. Also a special thank you to the sponsors Moore's Sewing Centers(http://www.moores-sew.com/) and Brother International (http://www.brother-usa.com/homesewing) in Long Beach; and MistyFuse (http://www.mistyfuse.com/) in Houston.
Monday, May 10, 2010
There have been so many, and looking back, I wish I could have known. I wish I could have known it would be the last time I would hug my daddy; or the last time I would ride a horse bareback and lean forward with my cheek on her neck and smell that "horse" smell. I wish I could have known it was the last time I would pick lilacs from the bush outside my window. I wish I had known it was the last time I would reach under a "setting" hen to retrieve warm eggs or lie on my back under a plum thicket stuffing myself with wild plums. But seldom do we get the, "hey-Rachel-this-could-be-the-last-time-you-get-to-do-this" warning. So when I kept hearing about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, I kept thinking, "Have I walked those beaches for the "last time' without knowing it?"
The sea was offering up all sorts of treasures for us. This was a tad unusual as this is not always a good shell beach.
There was evidence that at least some children had been around.
And this nice woman was pleased to show off the beach-ready wheel chair she was trying out for the first time. These chairs can be rented from www.BeachPowerRentals.com and what a joy this one was bringing to this lovely lady.
By Friday afternoon a few more people decided the beach was safe; and by Sat. we had a much more normal population.
The birds were there but not as numerous as in times past.
The only possible clues that all was not well were the dozen or so dead fish that had washed up at various points.
On Sunday we had to head home. We left our beloved beaches with a fervent wish for:
And with the knowledge that if this was" the last time" we would get to play on these beaches in their pristine state, at least we had done it with conscious awareness and love.