Wednesday, January 12, 2022

the year of the quilt


priorities in 2022

finish up some of my works in progress:

put the pieced quilt tops together with batting and backs and begin to quilt them.  

the old dresden plate on new linen - ready to put together
the red sunlight and more yellow sunlight - I have some linen for a back
the green lamentation patched square - should I use a white wool back?

new beginning - use black thread in some areas
indigo checkerboard - please complete it jude
the first countdown to 50 years married is ready to quilt
the mended butterfly - mend and quilt

and those are only a few

Saturday, January 8, 2022

The heart is symbolized by the sun

My enemy is the simile - that it is ‘like’ something.

My aspiration is the metaphor - it IS this

                 - it IS crushed    - it IS fragile 

Not about the image of the thing, but about the condition it is in. 

Phyllida Barlow

 

Saturday, December 11, 2021

daydream keeper


 I find you need to dive right in … that acting on a thought immediately preserves more of the spontaneous quality of creativity, and so this is how ‘what-offing’ has changed my methods and turned into some kind of direct journaling-on-fabric … a physical keeper of daydreams.  A way to make things new.     Jude Hill

Saturday, December 4, 2021

wind over water


 You paint like you create textiles and create textiles like you paint.  Wonderful.  I once had a tutor who told me to draw like you stitch and stitch like you draw.  You have achieved that.

You also demonstrate a strong understanding of a wide variety of artists and contextualize your work within 20th century allowing the artist’s thoughts to impinge and become integrated into your own thinking.  From that, you then allow the influences to develop into something new.  

Well done. 

From tutor Kay Swancutt’s email, 2011 

Thursday, December 2, 2021

something always happens


 the world spins nightly toward its brightness

and we are on it.       CD Wright

Thursday, November 25, 2021

dream

 


That night she dreamed of birds, long, bright red birds like flamingos, zipping through a black forest and making scallopy patterns, arcs of red that curved like their cries.  

Patricia Highsmith The Price of Salt 

Sunday, November 21, 2021

everything I want to say


 The days and nights zoom past. 

I’m busy all day with my work and life and am content.  There is just the right amount of time.