I've been spending a lot of time quilting but my show quilt projects are slow and I am not ready to photograph them. Meanwhile, I've gone through my photo files for other reasons. The farther back in the file I delve the more quilt pictures I find that are familiar -- I'm sure I made that quilt -- but have been forgotten until reminded. This is only one of several. I don't remember making these blocks, and I don't know what became of the quilt -- I'm pretty sure I finished it.
Probably many quilters would find such memory lapses are incomprehensible. But then my quilting process is my own -- I call it "hobby-istic" as I've defined before. I see a block in a magazine or book or at a quilt show that fascinates me -- this block still fascinates me, think it might have been paper pieced. I make the block, maybe well, probably not very well. In this case I like the colors but perhaps I didn't when I had finished it. I think I gave it away; I know I don't have it and probably didn't keep it long. As I look at it, I think I'd enjoy making it again ... but probably won't.
Quilting is a visual art; I have no art training and am insecure about both color choices and design. Every quilt is, to me, much like a child's drawing -- I mean an untutored child who likes the red crayon today and the green one tomorrow. It adds a dimension to my more literal usual interests. As I've written recently, it's a kind of play. When I get fairly serious as I am about the two quilts I'm currently working on, I enter a different kind of quilting mindset, pleasing in a more structured way, although remnants of that child's play usually remain -- especially in color and design choice.
WEATHER -- COLD AND HOT
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These tree limbs (above header) lined with thick ice were taken several
years ago when I was living in Kentucky. Trees surrounding my home were
glistening...
7 years ago
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