It's hard to believe that this time last night I was with everyone at Fibre Arts Ballarat, and now I'm in a motel in Albury. The last day of class on Monday was very cruisy. I just went with the flow, totally without plan, and was pleased with the result.
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Here is the class photo:
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So that was day one of the drive home - it's time to get some sleep now ready for day two.
They were a great bunch of ladies to work with - all immersed themselves in the workshop and boldy experimented with the new materials and techniques:
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I left Ballarat in good time for the day's journey, but ran into a bit of a problem about an hour in. I had pulled off the main road to look at a creek running past an old mill, and parked on the grass to be off the private road. However, the ground turned out to be solid clay with a layer of grass and water on it, so I found myself in trouble.
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Despite my best efforts, I ended up having to be pulled out by rope by a passer by I persuaded to help me. Back on the road, it was a stop off in Bendigo to see the Cloak exhibition, with Catherine O'Leary's work being the highlight of that.
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Next stop was Wangaratta Gallery to see the Contemporary Textile Art Award. I'm too tired to write about it now, but I have some thoughts on art that simply includes some textiles as opposed to that which is created by someone who is skilled in working with textiles as their main medium..jpeg)
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