I am envious of the talented quilters that populate my social media. I see them start and finish quilts and other projects in matter of weeks and months while I am still plodding along in my hand quilting. I pieced 7 quilts in the past 12 months and finished 4 of them. I suspect the remaining three will take me until, at least, October to finish. Quilting is a slow process for me. Hand quilting is about letting time pass without consequence, of having a place to channel creativity, anxiety and perfectionism. It’s about giving myself idle time to get lost in minutiae and detail. It’s about finding calm and quiet in the repetitive motions, about losing myself in work. I feel accomplished and focused when I spend a few hours every day hand quilting.
I feel conflicted about my slow, plodding, methodical working process. I feel like I should be churning out work, to get it up and in front of people, to continuously send WIP images to my instagram account. To output for the sake of audience. To have more than one quilt in mind to submit to shows and competitions, to have a choice. I’d even like to be able to see my work evolve faster, to execute my ideas and have them be finished pieces. Despite the fact that I’ve got a bunch of WIPs, I’m still contemplating three more quilts to be made in the future. I’ve got fabric earmarked and piled together, inspiration images pinned, planning vectors half started.
Basically, quilting forces me to slow the fuck down.
Previously, I’ve pieced and quilted quilts according to sections, which is a nod to the Amish quilts I love so much. For this one, I wanted the pieced sections to interact a little more and so I let quilting lines intersect, let others bleed out of their space. I think I was successful in creating more motion in this quilt. It feels less still and static than the others I’ve made.
This quilt was made for the sake of making. I wanted to challenge my piecing skills. I wanted to make flying geese blocks. I had a bunch of grey and blue-grey scraps from previous projects that I wanted to use up. I have a thing, a negative thing, about leaving scraps sit around with no purpose, which is also why the back is the way it is. I was thinking about mist, about foggy days. In a Missouri summer, I was longing for a cool, misty landscape. I was thinking about moving to Colorado, about mountains, about craggy rocks and pine forests.