Truth is, I love to make things. Last summer, à temps perdu, I cut and pieced some squares and shapes using fabric from my stash of found textiles. At the end of that summer, I put it all away. In April, our beloved and wonderful Dad passes, and a few weeks later I bring out the stash. The time I give to making, is a time to reflect and remember him, to feel joy. Different textures and a discordant mix of colours that should not work, is how I like to play. Here is the finished quilt with some faces that are made using a mix of pieced and appliqué shapes. The back of the quilt is also pieced and appliquéd, and the colours are cacophonous.
And Today I Shall Sew
with hands on woven cloth
refuge from the shrouds of snow
is my intention
Then
Piece by piece
I remember
And Today I Shall Sew
with hands on woven cloth
refuge from the shrouds of snow
is my intention
Then
Piece by piece
I remember