While I have made quilts in the past, I’ve always just sort of winged it. Sewing together whatever was there, haphazardly, to make larger pieces of fabric for a specific use. I recently found myself enamored of this particular medium, because I like the emphasis of the grid, the use of color to create composition on a 2 dimensional plane. The grid for quilting is very much like the one used in photography; broken up and rearranged, it becomes a space for subtle self-expression and play. Tweet
Partially intended for documentation and partially for next year's Christmas cards, I am really, really happy with the results of my labors.
I have simple needs required of my sewing machines: to stitch forward and to stitch backwards.
Studio at 317. Phoenixville.
As I have mused before, I suspect that one's sense of how to construct space is handed down, absorbed even, from those in our lives that shape us. I am no exception to this. In fact, I may be a shining, gleaming example of this.
In our interior lives, how much of our personal aesthetics are born from people that came before us?
Nonna and Jeff’s. Durham. Tweet
I have been musing lately on the construction of home and what it says about the person doing the building of the interior of a house. I see the deliberate (and haphazard) placing of objects as a way to interrupt the inner life of the decorator.
I visit because it feels like home, because there are no expectations of me other than to just be there. It is comfort. It is a haven.
With heavy clouds and muddy soil, I go home.