The Textile Cuisine

Watch out, she is coming. My dear, unhappy Victorian lady, here she is: Uwaga, nadchodzi. Moja droga i jakże nieszczęśliwa wiktoriańska dama, wygląda tak: I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.    I walk down the patterned garden paths    In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan,    I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths.    My dress is richly figured,    And the train Makes a pink and silver stain    On the gravel, and the thrift    Of the borders. Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes. Not a softness anywhere about me,    Only whale-bone and brocade.    And the splashing of waterdrops    In the marble fountain Comes down the garden paths.    The dripping never stops.    I shall go Up and down, In my gown. Gorgeously arrayed, Boned and stayed. And the s

My latest workshop was about growing the textile garden. As the idea came from my own garden artwork (see the story of it HERE ), Jak pamiętacie, na ostatnich zajęciach w Szkole Patchworku szyłyśmy ogrody. Ponieważ inspiracją była moja konkretna praca ogrodowa (opowiadałam o niej TUTAJ ), every student received a seed as a starting point for their own garden. The results can be seen below. None of the gardens was finished. When the work started, ideas were just popping out and everybody wanted to make the full beautiful garden, not just an exercising piece. Take a look at my eager students on the school's blog HERE . And yes, we have some plans for more workshops in autumn :) uczestniczki warsztatów zostały wyposażone w takie same nasionka z jakiego wyrósł mój ogród, żeby z nich wyhodować własne. Efekty widzicie poniżej. Żaden ogródek nie został ukończony, ponieważ artystkom tak się to ogrodnictwo spodobało, że każda postanowiła rozwinąć projekt do większych rozmia