....the weather is warmer. little by little the days are growing in length and so we are walking. getting off the couch and walking. every afternoon. trying to establish a pattern for moving around. to stay alive. it is so easy to become motionless when you are not working. ...the beach was smooth and flat at first glance yesterday. the winter storms have beaten down the surface and compacted the sand. but as always, looking closer revealed a different story. this was just the inspiration i needed. the pattern of wear, the motion created by history and especially disturbance.
.....so i have decided to work more on the surface of coma, especially on the background... to create a texture that might not reveal its detail unless you look very close. like the surface of the moon. holes cut in torn strips will be overlapped and sewn down over the old quilt surface. i am thinking of still following the block framework, with some changes of direction. the new ragged holes give a nice worn look but also reinforce the old surface while revealing small bits of the past. another mask, keeping time layered in a rhythm of white on white. with lots of quilting i think it will hold together quite well but still look like it needs mending. old and new at the same time. yes,yes,yes.
...i am engaged in a little bit of looking back. digging through old stuff. quieting down a bit. i am just all over the place lately. i want to focus once again on coma. in preparation i am slowly sorting through everything i have done in the past. a bit of pre-spring cleaning maybe. but mostly handling cloth and digging deeper into myself. pictured here is the oldest know surviving jude patchwork. originally the front of a muslin shirt, since cut apart. it was pieced using scraps from a worn quilt from my grandmother, along with some of the first fabrics in my collection (the birth of my fabric fetish). based on a 3/4" square, the fabric was already faded and soft. as i recall it was pieced on the subway, commuting to my first job in new york city. i remember people staring at me, but not in disapproval...like they were remembering something.
.....one star remains fairly intact which is reassuring.
.....i like looking at the holes and the order that still remains despite the deterioration. i like the framework that remains where the hand stitched seams hold the planned lines fast with bits of thread from the the meeting places of patches, even though the middles are disappearing. keepers of original intention. that is what i find comfort in today. a soft reflection.