I worked on it for most of Monday, our first day home after Mexico trip.
I tried to do something with it back in 2007 and ended up making a paper quilt.
Folded the real one up for twelve more years.
It's as if my grandmother, my mother's mother, didn't know what she was doing.
She was just going for it
She's right here.
She doesn't mind that I decided to cut her work up.
She's glad that I am working with it.
She was an amazing gardener. and painter.
I'm faced with a house FULL of artifacts of our long life together,
and I start to put everything in order.
By making new things out of them! It's so foolish.
pure me....moving forward.
But instead I wallow in my - our- past.
My grandmother's quilt is just a passing phase. I will get over it.
But for now, it is what I'm working on.
a Japanese boro
densely stitched with big threads.
Lord, save me from myself.
The physical act of making is a way of clearing the mind from demands of the outside world. Somewhere between the heart and the mind is a state of concentration out of which ideas and insights emerge.
Mary Jane Jacobs