Monday, February 29, 2016
In March, almost.
This floral fabric piece (this is just the top section) will be on display at the Curtis Library for the month of March along with pots and pots full of flowering bulbs that the library staff has planted and cared for all winter.
I don't know why I didn't photograph the entire piece (years ago). Below the flowers is a lovely bowl made out of a piece of fabric I painted. The center flower has some of the painted fabric in it's center. At the time I made this piece, I was really into (LOL) those triangular flower shapes. Like little cat heads. Or beasts in Jude's Spirit world. And I was regularly making a terrible mess on my kitchen island. Acrylic paint spattering everywhere. Everything in this quilt is lighter and brighter than the picture. It must have been a very cloudy day.
I still have bolts of the white cotton I used to paint on and a full box of paint. Why did I stop?
Those are the questions I ask myself when I am not working at my paid job. Perhaps it was the job. Taking up 40 hours of my weeks and the regular "care and feeding" of the house and family the rest. But to set blame like that seems too easy and sort of lame. I may have just gotten bored?
I have to admit that when I opened a container and sorted thru the contents (looking for something I never did find) I found the piece above and my heart sort of skipped a beat. And I did spend a great deal of time running my hand over the handprinted fabric. I never backed or finished the edges. I just seemed to have stopped and walked away. Now, it's finished, out in the world.
Riley (the dog) is spending the day with the Vet. Riley broke a nail on his right foot (quite deep) and he'll need to be sedated for the Vet to remove the nail. He spent most of yesterday licking the foot, trying to make it feel better. I know when we finally bring him home later today, he'll still be under the "influence" and his foot will still hurt. I am reminded of last February and the fear we all had about the growth on Riley's leg which turned out to be nothing to worry about.
March 4th will be the one year anniversary of G's heart attack. And the kindness of my friends who took such good care of me. And Riley who pressed his head to G's chest and wouldn't move until I said "Let's get to the ER".