The quilt was their confession in cloth, a form of visual music- life compressed, organized block by block, measure by measure, pulsing with heartbeat, rhythm, and melody - songs they never knew they were singing.
And that very object, the quilt, the consummate symbol of their femininity rolling, comforting, protecting, embracing all of their life, accompanied them through their rites of passage.
It also became their magic carpet, their release.
I found this text in my 1990 journal
It was originally written by Barbara Damashek and Molly Newman, co-authors of the musical play Quilters. They based their play on a book The Quilters: Women and Domestic Art
The photos are of two quilts I'm stitching now.