Last night, I was thinking over poetry and quilts, how to fuse them and how my experiences with creating them are also divergent. The source of my poetry is memory; the source of my quilts is emotion. One source is historical; the other current. My imagination bends them both. One is audible; the other visual. This is something I need to keep repeating to myself as I attempt to facilitate over this mixed marriage without one imposing over the other.
This is a partial view of quiltlet 3. I wanted to add some bead work particularly inside the squares and triangles to kick back the horizontal seam which is like a small crook in my neck, but I decided it would throw off the other 2 quiltlets which I didn't want to add bead work, and since I want them hung together, no beading.
The binding works (versus no binding at all) because it allows the activity going on in the surface to rest.
Pay It Forward
The winners of my PIF challenge are Deb, Julaine, and I'm waiting to hear from Nikki. Thank each of you and everyone who left a comment on my Blogoversary entry. I always appreciate commentors and its additionally sweeter when I get comments from rare commentors and complete first timers.