UFO or Experimental Trash?
I found this unfinished piece the other day and pinned it up on my sewing room wall. I’m strangely drawn to it, although I realize it isn’t a fine work of art. There is a story there, I’m not sure what it is, but I like listening to it.
It was inspired from a book by Kristina Becker, Come Listen to My Quilts, and was the first “art quilt” book that I purchased after my long hiatus from the world of quilting.
I was experimenting with raw-edge applique and free-motion machine quilting, both techniques were new to me at the time, now they are second nature. Isn’t it funny how something can be so foreign and uncomfortable one minute and second nature the next?
I used to be against machine applique and only for hand applique. A handwork snob, ha, it seems so silly, now. How can you be against a technique that allows to to create, to spill the colors of your thoughts and dreams out onto a yard of fabric almost as quickly as they come to mind??
It makes me wonder, what other areas in my life am prejudiced against because I am for what is comfortable and familiar?
Today I am reading the poetry of St. Catherine of Siena (1347-1380) who was said to have been “profoundly interested in every human being that ever came before her.” Wouldn’t that be a wonderful quality to cultivate? Nothing makes more sense.
[ THAT SKILL ]
A thorn has entered your foot. That is why you
weep at times at
There are some in this world
who can pull it
The skill that takes they have