Showing posts with label Georgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Georgia. Show all posts

Friday, 24 April 2015

Journal Quilt: Last five squares complete

The last five squares are complete and four others have had some additions made.  I’ve had the luxury of using computer, sewing machine, fabric paint, and all the other bits of interesting stuff in my stash, so these squares are a bit less rugged than some of the others.  After the backing is added, there will be some final embellishment (sort of like the almost last fitting of a custom made dress), but I’m really enjoying the look of this year long project.

N 40.22.33 E 49.51.08 Azerbaijan

We only spent a few days in Azerbaijan as we raced across the desert to try and book a ferry crossing of the Caspian Sea.  Calypso, our trusty truck, only had a visa of 72 hours before being fenced in at the dock in Baku.  Best fun was exploring the mud craters just outside the city and I decided that I would wait until I could print a photo of one of them on fabric before creating Azerbaijan’s square. I also created two “flames”, the symbol everywhere of Azerbaijan’s oil industry.  I found it fascinating to discover that the pattern we call “paisley” in the west is called “flame” along the silk road.  The beautiful lambs’ wool scarf I bought in the old city of Baku is patterned with these paisley flames as well and was what I wore with my basic black dress for Christmas dinner in Christchurch.  I was fascinated by this coin,  that on first look, appears so similar to the Canadian Toonie.


S 46.55.35 E 167.46.48 Stewart Island, New Zealand

My muttonbird scrub leaves arrived home in a parcel rather than being mailed and I had to coat them with some matte medium so that I could stitch them to the quilt.  This is probably going to be the most fragile square of the entire quilt.  It brings a big smile when I think about the day we watched a kiwi for the longest time then wandered through Ulva Island checking out the other birds and plants that thrive there.  I harvested two leaves, then used the ink of the Miru tree to write my message.  Christy, our guide smilingly autographed it, AND posed for a photo.  Then, the local postmaster agreed to hand cancel the leaf after convincing me that I didn’t need to pay the entire cost of postage, that a ten cent stamp would give the idea.



N 22.17.59 E 114.10.03 Hong Kong (retail therapy)

At the beginning of our trip, I had thought that one square might be created from labels I could liberate from garments I would purchase along our journey.  What I found was that the garments I purchased were handmade and didn’t come with a label!  And to be honest, I was more focused on fabric in all its shapes, sizes and colour rather than mundane clothes.

However, our stay in Hong Kong was in a very elegant hotel along Canton Road in Kowloon; where all the western fashion designers have their flagship stores to attract the wealthy (primarily Chinese) visitors to Hong Kong.  I had a great morning wandering the street and taking photos of the shops and was attracted to the colours of one dress in the H&M window.  An hour later, I had a selection of tops that were a little different but also very wearable back home in Northern Alberta.  Each item had a multitude of labels with information in all the languages that this international store does business.  And what I found so fascinating on arriving home is that the colours that were so prevalent in Hong Kong are not the fashion colours I am seeing in Canada – perhaps I am a year ahead?

I used the garment labels to create a fabric square (something I could not have done on the road without sewing machine and stabilizer), then added coins from Hong Kong, Macao and an ancient Chinese coin from the night market.  Just for good measure, I added the label from our bottled water in the hotel room.


N 53.34.06 W 113.31.26 Edmonton (things will wear out)

This photo of my boots was taken while I sat on the dock waiting for transportation to Limbang (and a hot shower and clean clothes) in Sabah, Borneo.  The two days of heat, humidity and muddy, technical hiking in the tropical rainforest had been fascinating but exhausting.  For some weeks, I had thought that perhaps it would be time to replace my faithful boots (bought in 2008) when we arrived in Edmonton.  There were areas on the inside that were frayed and I was starting to get blisters.  However, as I sat on the dock, I realized the question was not “should I” but “will they survive until we get to Edmonton in three weeks”.  The leather had split on the folds, the stitching holding the heel to the rest of the boot had rotted and the sole was starting to separate from the rest of the boot.  I did not dare wash the boots as it was probably the mud that was holding everything together. My only other choice of footwear was sandals or pretty yellow dressup shoes. Yes, we had become experts in traveling light.

I have many great memories of where these boots have taken me, but I left them at Campers Village in Edmonton when I bought another pair of boots, taking only one shoe lace as a reminder.

On reflection, what fascinates me is how little of what I took on our year of travel did wear out, considering that I followed the suggestion to only bring old, comfortable items that you wouldn’t mind losing or staining or breaking.  I’ve included a few other things that also wore out:
The light blue Canadian flag material was wrapped around the handle of my backpack and took a lot of wear and tear when carrying the bag rather than using the backpack straps.
The purple ruffle flower is from my purple swimsuit, worn regularly since 2006 – even Speedo fabric will eventually start to disintegrate - and it was last worn on the Franklin River under a wetsuit.
The center of the flower is the metal disc from my thimble that finally needed to be replaced in Nelson, New Zealand after more than ten years of use.
The rather well used Canadian flag pin lived on my hat for the entire trip. It was actually from a package of pins I got from Ollie Currie (Swim Alberta) in 2010 after Peace River hosted the Alberta Summer Games.

For the record, the only other things that wore out were:
Our travelling coffee pot was replaced in Turkey, given away in Malaysia and replaced again in New Zealand.
My water bottle broke in Uzbekistan, was replaced in China, wore out and was replaced in Christchurch.
My smartphone became very forgetful and grumpy but limped through to Kolkata where I purchased a small notebook computer, then finally died two weeks before we got home.  It just had had too much of unpredictable power surges.


N 56.11.18 W 117.35.56 Grimshaw (Home Again)

When I was creating the first square on the quilt, a pieced maple leaf block, I thought that perhaps the final block would be another maple leaf motif.  On reflection, though, my home does not have native maple trees, which only grow in Ontario and Quebec.  Northern Alberta trees are poplar and spruce, our provincial flower which grows along the paths we walk is the Alberta Wild Rose, and the most successful plant in my yard is Snow in the Mountain (a pretty variegated leaved plant that some consider a weed).  My coming home square uses the silk that travelled with me for the year and is featured in some of the other squares but it is painted with fabric paint that stayed home to become the Wild Roses.  The background square is a photo I took two years ago of my Snow in the Mountain gloriously taking over a flower bed to the exclusion of the most determined weeds.  The stem of the roses is sari silk yarn that I bought on impulse online some years ago.


As I was creating squares on the road, there were some things that I couldn’t complete with the small sewing kit I was carrying.  I’ve also finished four of those squares.  I suspect that there are a few more squares that will get a bit of extra additions as I sit and look at them. The squares that have objects to be added like shells or stones will need to wait for the final finishing touches.

N 41.41.45 E 44.48.44 Tblisi, Georgia

The hand woven and hand embroidered square has been patiently waiting to have some machine stitching for the Georgian Cross.  Hand stitching  just disappeared into the thick cotton threads.  It’s hard to see in the photo, but the square now has the outline of both St. George’s Cross (for the state) and St. Ninian’s Cross (symbolizing the religion of Georgia)


N 27.19.56 E 88.36.48 Gangtok (Sikkim), India

The fabric was from the market in Gangtok and the frame of the spider web is hemp from a shirt I bought at the market in Kolkata, but the threads themselves needed to be some of the glittery almost transparent shimmer thread that I’ve finally added to the square.  I still remember how beautiful and dramatic the spider webs were as we travelled through Asia.  A photo I found of my first encounter with leeches when we explored the zoo in Gangtok was also the hint I needed of where some lovely fabric and a beautiful scarf came from.


N 15.52.48 E 108.20.22 Hoi-An, Vietnam

All this square needed was a bit of machine stitching with pale pink thread to finish it off.


S 43.44.15 E 170.06.03 Mt Cook National Park, New Zealand

I’ve added the foot fleece clouds to the background.  This very experienced foot fleece has traveled from New Zealand home in 2009, then to Scotland, Iceland, Haida Gwaii, then on our year of travel.  The last bit of this package got wet in a backpack on one of our last treks in Borneo and has even been partly wet felted.


Next is to take the backing fabric I painted on the back sidewalk of our hostel in Perth, add some words and memories, then sandwich everything together.  Quilting is going to be a combination of machine and hand and in the spirit of more is better, of course there will be some final bling to be added.  Stay tuned.



Friday, 19 December 2014

Memories of Georgia


We crossed the border into Georgia via a ferry ride to Batumi on 29 April where we met our guide, Zaza, who introduced us to his beautiful country (with a side trip to Armenia) before heading across the border to Azerbaijan on 18 May. Again, a bit of distance between when I took these photos and when I am adding memories as it is just before Christmas 2014.

Georgia is a predominantly Christian country surrounded by Islamic neighbors.  It is quite clear how their religion identified their national identity, even within the former Soviet Union that closed most churches and denied religious expression.

It is a land of contrasts.  Lush farming areas in the south bump against rugged mountains in the north dividing it from Russia.  Conservative religious beliefs and modern big cities that feel European rather than of Asia. A desire to be independent but tied economically to the former Soviet Union.

Our first border crossing was pretty easy.  While waiting on the Georgia side
for Calypso and our guide, we had a bit of a snack while exchanging
USD and TL for the local currency.

Lunch outside an old (like the time of the crusades) fort.
Checking all the wildlife.  Not pictured were our first
herd of cattle strolling down the highway.





First night in Batumi.  One of several group meals organized
by Zaza.  This one was on a ship.

We felt right at home - the table was loaded with dishes that we
helped ourselves to.  There were Georgian names for everything, but it was
similar to the Ukranian cooking we are familiar with in Alberta. 


This variation on the Georgian flag only flies at Batumi.
Can anybody help me with the reason that seemed so obvious when Zaza explained it?


Art along the harbour front.





I mentioned the tight work to get Odyssey in her spot for the night.
Mikkel is giving Nico directions as he creeps past with no room to spare.
The first of many tight spots.
Old towns were built for people to pass in the street, not vehicles.


Heading to the mountains of Mestia.
Only 2500 meters, but we started at sea level.


All the rooms in our homestay had crosses like this to
protect us.


Only a few km from the Russian border.
Mestia has been a first line of defense for centuries.






Newly discovered set of caves near Stalin's birthplace.
Lighting and specially composed classical music
 (by a local boy now internationally famous)
Pretty impressive.









Bagrati Cathedral.  Every country had its own ideas about restoration
(how much and how) and here the decision was to restore what was needed to maintain the
structure, but not try to make it look like it was the original.


The Georgian Cross (above) indicates the state of Georgia.
The bent cross represents the bent branches that Saint Nino (a lady by the way)
created the first cross as she brought Christianity to Georgia very early on.
So, Georgia divides Church and state on the basis of what cross is used as a symbol.








Stalin as a young man.  It was rather surreal visiting the museum at his
birthplace which was built by the Russians just after his death and is now in a country
wishing to remain independent.



The first of many sheep flocks passing our way.


Service was on but we were welcome to visit and take photos.
As long as I was wearing a head scarf.

Saint Nino's tree with grapes.  Georgia was one of the first places to
ferment wine (before Christianity, even) and when you saw grapes on a building
it indicated that it was a Georgian community.

Lemonade (of various flavours) followed us from Georgia to China, I believe


Kazbegi on the military highway.  Russia is just over those mountains.
Note the dining tent attached to Odyssey.
The night before the big wind that whipped it into the stream.


Rescuing the tent from the stream the next morning.


Walls created without mortar.  Similar process was used by crofters
in northern Scotland. People build with what they have.



We stopped at this cool mosaic for a group photo.
Built by the Soviet Union to commemorate Soviet Georgia cooperation.
Just before Georgia declared independence.

Infant baptism at the oldest cathedral in Georgia (and one of one or two churches allowed
to remain open during the soviet years).  Parts date back to third century.
What was fascinating was the ladies who had very fancy and very short tight skirts on
 while we had to  wear sarongs over our full length pants.
Baby got fully immersed in the water.


Checking out Tblisi from our second floor
balcony


Another group meal


At the end of Zaza's tour of Tblisi.  We wandered the nooks and crannies.
Talked politics and religion (he was part of the independence protests in the 1970s)



This beautiful waterfall is down a back street in the old town


The local dog who followed us all day around town.
Later in the afternoon, he followed Mark back to where we had first seen mim.
Clearly he had a home but was just out fo



Tblisi's patron.  With a bowl welcoming visitors.
And a sword for enemies.


This little old house didn't look like much from the outside.
But Zaza brought us in to see the fantastic stained glass





Zaza letting us know about the artist.





This lady is the artist's wife.  I purchased a number of postcards
but wished I could have bought a print.  Sigh.






Across the street was a shop with hand woven and embroidered linen.
I asked the owner for an autograph to remember her by and gave her a Canadian flag pin.
Her response was that she wished she could afford to travel too.
This was the first of many times when I was reminded of how fortunate we are.




Setting up camp in the hills on our way to Armenia.  These sheep
(or their relatives) left lovely bits of wool on the bushes that I
harvested for felting and creating a quilt block.



One thing about camping
You get to see the most beautiful sunsets.


After Armenia, we headed toward the border with Azerbaijan,
stopping first for more food and wine tasting.


My wayward quilt square








Monastery.  Here it was nuns not monks.










It was hot and it had been a couple of days since our last shower.
The stream was lovely.This national park was developed to give
a bit of a buffer between restless neighbors (Dagestan is just a few km away
and Azerbaijan is around the corner)