|the rescued Dresden plates from my earliest quilt, |
re-appliqued onto new plant dyed linen, silk, rayon, wool
The title of this post is from my journal.
I wrote it a few days ago at 2:30 am when I was in the middle of un-stoppable creativity.
I've been allowing myself to make and make without a plan or purpose, just a deep need to create.
What I make with my hands is related to the rhythm and finality of a human time span.
I usually finish the quilts I make, but sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I come across false starts and don't understand them.
Other times I come across things I've started and become excited and need to work on them again.
Creativity is a human activity.
|hand stitched cotton|
I live my life.
I make quilts.
|inspired by cloth and play and by that pink doily quilt I made a few years ago|
I know myself by making my quilts.
My quilts make my personal daily experiences meaningful.
American sculptor, Anne Truitt, said that her work helped her to see her own life as something between natural and abstract.
"As I live, certain aspects of what is happening adhere to me as if magnetized by psychic gravity. I have learned to trust this center" Anne Truitt
|The Countdown Quilt|
"The process of art contains my intensities but also exorcizes those beyond my endurance" A.T.
"I depend on objectification for defense." Anne Truitt