Old Rocks Anyone? Part 2

Speaking of rock piles, even the rubble at Uthina deserves attention.

The combination of carved forms, various rocks and marbles, 

and bits of mosaics sparks the imagination.

The elegant lines…

Interesting carvings may be seen here and there.

And mosaics...

 

And then there’s the jewel of this site, which archeologists continue to reconstruct, the amphitheater. It looked like this about six years ago:

And today:

Two thousand years ago, it could contain a capacity crowd of around 16,000, making it the third largest amphitheater in Tunisia. Here’s the other end about six years ago.

It has been dug out now and the lower level has been restored.

I imagined myself down there with the lions—very exciting ! 

And what masonry!

News Update: Further Entanglement

After the January 2011 Revolution, a transitional government of technocrats was created under Beji Caïd-Essebsi (BCE). This government managed to stabilize the country and organize elections for a constitutional assembly efficiently and rapidly in October 2011. Order prevailed. As in my current work-in-progress, one could see established structures (in my case, squares and circles, a nine-patch) still in place,

if a bit frayed around the edges.

The Constitutional Assembly had a one-year mandate that ended in October 2012. It has finally produced the rough draft for a constitution…a very rough draft. Called "The Best Constitution in the World" by the president of the Constitutional Assembly, others have openly called it "The Constitution of Shame." The problem : the separation of State and religion is threatened. It confirms Islam as the religion of Tunisian society, which was in the old constitution. However, it names Islam as the religion of the State, which would allow for the ruling religious party to bring back the subject of the Shariâa (religious law).

In addition, no mention of international agreements such as the Universal Declaration of Human Rights is made, and there exists no mention of freedom of thought and freedom of conscience, which are necessary in a democracy. And it proposes a regime heavily weighted toward a Parliamentary structure that would allow theocratic dictatorship and therefore a return to a repressive regime. During the revolution, we saw slogans for political and social change that had nothing to do with religion. The Constitutional Assembly has not listened to the Tunisian people and does not provide any sort of improved document. Experts maintain this is a step backwards. It would appear, then, that things are becoming more and more entangled, disintegrated, eroded.

The subject of elections remains unarticulated. Yet, a glimmer of hope appeared last night when BCE declared that he would be a candidate for the presidency. At 86, this prestigious lawyer and nationalist hardly needs to seek glory and may be the only person who can garner a majority of votes and save the country. The glimmer is only that, however. The TV program was jammed at the scheduled time and had to be aired later--shades of dictatorship and censorship. The rough draft of the constitution would put a maximum age of 75 for the position of President of the Republic, a thinly-veiled manoeuver to exclude BCE by the ruling religious party.

And as expected, scandals continue to rock the government. The most recent: Sixty-seven delegates to the Constitutional Assembly have received double paychecks because they have other positions as government employees, as well as four ministers. Additionally, yesterday was the final date for ministers to provide a complete financial statement that includes all assets. How many will comply? 

Indeed, when held up to the light for scrutiny, Tunisian politics look more and more entangled.

Old Rocks, Anyone? Part 1

My house sits in the middle of a plain, however, about 20 minutes away there is a low hill--more like a bunch of bumps when one looks from a distance. And yet, to stand on those mounds is exhilarating for one stands on the rooftops of an ancient Roman city, Uthina, among the largest colonies in Africa. You must watch your step--a hole in the ground might be a whole room under your feet, maybe a house...

First Berber, then Punic, Uthina had its golden age about 2000 years ago under the Romans who nailed down the essentials to perfection. Sections of a complex aqueduct system may still be seen. The engineers built solid pillars for sections that ran above ground.

The water cisterns are huge and still partially intact. 

Somewhat like long, high ceilinged rooms, 

the cisterns are lined up one against the other.

With a guaranteed water supply, they could then construct public baths, 

of which there are at least two

with indoor toilets that had good, solid seats. 

Notice the niches that gave each person a bit of privacy.

Shish! Two thousand years old and this wall is still standing. Roman masons knew how to do the job. I can't even get a mason to fix the cracks in the walls right.

This is not just any pile of old rocks and 

I'm glad I'm not an archeologist...all I want to do is dig when I visit Uthina! 

Sketching on Fabric

Ever notice how "they" make you feel guilty if you don't keep a sketchbook or art journal? It’s all over the internet and blogland, it's a trend—you have to do it to increase your creativity and inspiration, and enhance your visual vocabulary and artistic voice, etc., etc., etc.

OK !

So last year I decided that since I really didn’t like sketching on paper (bores me silly, I'd rather be stitching), I’d try sketching on fabric, …maybe just once a week. I turned to my garden for some interesting subject matter with permanent marker in hand and a piece of white cotton fabric from a shirt.

My first sketch—a branch of blue flowers on a bush. For the background, I added scraps of fabric around it and stitched them down by machine.

Then, I thread painted the flowers and leaves by machine 

and started to add some hand stitching.

It then required a frame of some sort into which I extended lines from the central panel.

Seemed empty. An idea of needle turn appliqué. 

However, it would have to go all the way around.

The uneven, raw-edged overflow made such an interesting border that it stayed.

The central background required more hand stitching in a simple running stitch.

I added the backing and machine quilted the appliqué with black thread. 

 And finally, after a year, this piece is finished—whew !

"Blue Flowers in My Garden" (14"x16"/36cm x 41 cm), April 2013, hand & machine appliquéd, hand & machine embroidered, machine quilted.

Here’s the problem. Every time I sketch on fabric, it turns into something bigger. 
Need I mention the pomegranate tree quilt? Imagine if I did a sketch every week...? 
OK, that's it, I can't keep up! No more sketching on fabric--or at least not until I get through my 
"To-Do-List." At last count, it contained around 20 items waiting in line. That's a big back burner...

Linked to Nina Marie's "Off the Wall Fridays."

Spring Garden 2013, 2

Every morning, my kitchen patio greets me cheerfully.

All plants on the patio table (on the left) took up residence elsewhere 

to take advantage of the rain (free, automatic watering system).

The table now contains collections of shells, rusty items, foot rocks, and bird nests. 

The "g" makes me laugh.

The plant table looks resplendent.

Among the new additions, I am particularly pleased with my old smokers 

(originally for beekeeping), of which I had four. 

 I planted them and grouped them on two pieces of marble, 

then sat them on tiles (for height) and added a small rock pile. 

This one reminds me of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz.

 As I slowly clean out the garage, I come across interesting items to recycle.

This wire box became a sort of shelf when I turned it upside down 

and put it on pieces of marble. 

I found some old cement blocks (easily thirty years old) that exude character. 

My dogs broke one of my bamboo fences so I salvaged a piece. 

An old pot gets a new life.

This funny cactus is called le coussin de ma belle-mère (my mother-in-law's pillow!) and insists upon multiplying in the oddest ways.

I have several that have produced dozens of babies. So I cut off plastic pop bottles and planted them, then tucked them into my kitchen patio garden.

And some of the succulents are blooming.

The bathroom set, which a friend gave me when she remodeled, has finally found a place along the alley garden. An empty spot between two fig trees seems ideal. I constructed a bamboo trellis for a jasmine plant. After removing the broken feet, I painted the outside of the tub and admired its solid cast iron construction. Then three strong, young men moved it onto cement-filled cement blocks.

I would have liked to mosaic it, however, I'm trying to be realistic about how much I can work into a day. I'm still testing positions for the tank, toilet, and sink.

More cleaning out and my next project: This old stove requires serious recycling. 

My husband says it can't be planted. 

Hmmfffff. 

Now I have to prove him wrong.

Perhaps a Purse, 2

Tunisia possesses a small leather industry, mostly for the benefit of tourists. However, occasionally one finds interesting purses and bags. Many years ago, I would eye them with envy and sadness because I couldn't justify the expense for something that I was going to throw around and wear out rapidly (I'm rather negligent of my purses. They take a beating). I would feel sorry for myself, woe is me.......

Then one day my fabric stash stared back at me and said "You've got what it takes to make purses, lovie." Which made me realize that I could have a plethora of purses and test out ideas as well. So I figured out how to make a simple bag (about 11"x15"/ 28cm x 38cm) and asked the local carpenter to make me sticks with holes in the ends (12"/30cm long) to run the straps through.
I sewed appliqué on strip piecing made of old shirts.

I painted on fabric, and combined with strip piecing. Love those pinks.














I made one for my mom to take to her spinning events.

My favorite is in black and white with colorful appliqués. All the fabrics came from flea market clothing. Recycling at its best. 

I tried out another design with painted fabric left over from another project. A useful tote. Lately I have been feeling envy again. My bags have aged (read that as, worn out and ragged) like the one below. Yet, I like its soft greens, which have been beaten into mellowness. It will probably get recycled into another piece

However, all sorts of beautiful fabric bags and purses may be found in magazines, books, and online, making me turn green with envy. The time has come to test out all the purse hardware that I bought in the States last year and up my game.