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Inspired at Forest Lake

 

Each week, I get together with Rebecca and we do "something" related to our art. This week we walked the lake at Forest Lake, looking for texture, line, scale and just being present in the space. I love the imagery of walking, and also the smells, sounds and general traffic around the walking tracks.  We seemed to walk for ages and talked for longer. I always come away inspired and recharged after a visit. This week we discussed exhibition spaces and contemplated the merits of and differences between the more common way of exhibiting quilts at craft and quilt shows, with seeing textile art as an integral part of the fine arts and deserving of gallery space in its own right. 



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