you see the strangest things

before ... or after?

get your offers in - no. 1

no waiting, no parking ... no rest

gotcha!

water-sports in the park

a heavy load to carry

get your offers in - no. 2

not the best place to stand

hot-house troilism

dare you ... just dare you!!!

you're selling beauty??!!!!

fields of colour

My final destination at this year's Festival of Quilts is the Nancy Crow exhibition.  It's housed in a dramatic long gallery at the end of Hall 8 in the NEC.

Enormous panels of monochrome printed textile line the walls  Some burn with vibrant colour; others are muted and contemplative. 

Nancy is a hugely gifted textile artist based in her native Ohio. It is easy to see how the environment around her shapes her creativity. She lives on a 104 acre farm and viewed from the far end of the gallery the display takes on the appearance of a huge swaying field of psychedelic corn!

caught mid-flow ...

Dear Sheddists,

it's been a year or two since we last visited the Festival of Quilts at the NEC, but I still bear the mental scars.

The memories haunt me to this day. A bus-load of female quilters launched an impromptu invasion of the men's toilets in search of relief from the extensive queues outside their own facilities. They caught me mid-flow and it was not a pretty sight. I have accordingly invested this year in a stout pair of splash-proof boots. Better safe than sorry.

As a photographer I love quilt shows. They're always a riot of colour, both in the exhibits and in those admiring them. Ladies dressed in brightly patterned clothing weave in and out of the displays creating one vast and beautiful kinetic, kaleidoscopic tapestry.

I count it a privilege to observe the sisterhood of quilters as they celebrate their fantastic art.

Yours as ever,

electrofried(mr)