Off-time from my full-time job literally flies! I am working on my abstract in snatched moments of time. If only I could sew as fast as I think, I would be buried in quilts. I clearly stated to my daughter (who is staying with me while transitioning between jobs): I will not be available this weekend, I AM SEWING. Didn’t happen, which is all right because time with a grown daughter is fun.
During the drive around a nearby town to look at apartments I was mentally stitching scrap segments. During brunch I was assessing whether I had enough fabric in a particular shade of gray. While walking through a junk store we stumbled across I became enamored of some folk art sculptures and entirely forgot about the quilt I’m making. Wow! For a full ten minutes I studied those funky little face sculptures made of junk and fell in love with them. I am going to make one, so now my apartment will have junk piled in a corner waiting to become somebody.
Did get to the fabric store and picked up some Kona gray, white, and black to finish my project. So far I am happy with the progress, just wish I had more time. I’m enjoying making an abstract piece again. It is flowing into place so far, though now I am at that point where it doesn’t look as though it is going to work. Always difficult to get past that point. I would like to see an art exhibit of unfinished work just at the point of wondering: will it ever work. It would be fun to read statements about how the artist feels about their work in that moment of truth.
Does anyone else dream a new piece? I read the book “Divergent” by Veronica Roth. The book is geared towards a younger audience, but I really enjoyed it. It made me think about how we are all humans, the same, but look at the same world so differently. I found it an interesting subject to think about. Then, on Quilt Art there was quite a heated discussion going on among our group.
And again, I was struck by how all of us in the same creative world thought about things so differently. It amused me to compare what was happening on Quilt Art with the book I had just read. I started really noticing how groups of people could be talking about the very same thing but could be looking at it so differently. Then I saw the movie made from the book. On the way home I was thinking about all these different ladders of thought.
That night I dreamed about these thoughts I had been ruminating on for a few weeks. In my dream were colors and shapes in interesting compositions. All these shapes shared a commonality but were different from each other. Suddenly all these divergent shapes became a quilt. I was so excited when I woke up. I sat down immediately and drew the design. I have been working on this every time I have a minute. The design is evolving a bit differently than what I sketched but I am enjoying this immensely.
Will it be any good? I have no idea. Dreams are so much fun!
“I thought I was modern. I made quilts that were original, one-of-a kind, my own designs. Then I started hearing about the modern quilt movement and I realized I am old. The new, mostly young quilters were all over the internet on social media talking about their quilts.”
No, I don’t think these quilters have invented anything new. What I do like is a return to a fresh look at clean lines, streamlined thought and spontaneity. Bright bursts of color and negative space, these are not new, but we have been buried in opulence for the last couple of decades. Ever more stitching, pattern, embellishment, nothing is ever too much. Don’t get me wrong, many of my pieces I love are made this way too. Maybe I’m jaded, but it is starting to look tired and dated. Like overdone old ladies. This movement is refreshing.
I have been dabbling in some abstract work the last few years as I have searched for more simplicity in my work. I love fabric collage but I also like the flow and freedom of geometric abstract thought. So, though I am old I want to play with the new. I think I’m going to have fun.