Now it looks like this. Maybe someday all these sliced/diced blocks will go into a zinger of a baby quilt; I certainly don't consider them to be art.Going to an art opening last night was therapeutic; one of the artists worked in glass mosaic and paint and when my friend Sujata (also an artist) asked her what made her pick glass, her answer was "I needed therapy, so I started breaking glass." It made us smile, but she might not have been joking. It was dark in the café where the exhibit was so I really couldn't get any pictures. The other artist was my friend Ritika, who paints on silk and really does beautiful work. We all seem to be running in place right now, but I expect we will get ourselves moving in due course. Last night, after we got home, I was inspired to pick up this piece of paper I had waxed, dyed, and screened on about 3 years ago and mount it on a piece of some sort of fiber. We will see if it goes anywhere from here. Right now, we are off to pick up my mother and go to my daughter's where we will be fed at a mother's day get-together with her in-laws. I think I will take my two quilts that need the facings hand-sewn down: my hands need to stay busy. Hope all the mothers reading this have/had/will have a good day.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Taking a break from filling trash bags with shredded checks and paid bills from 1994-9, I went back to the wall. I slashed this block (sorry for the fuzzy pic) a few times and sewed it back together.
at May 10, 2009
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