.....the colored layers of the winter sunrise makes me remember how dad used
to lay colored wash over wet paper to begin his watercolor paintings.
fever has come to document a strange year. a year filled with layered change and blurry edges. there is still the sadness of my father's absence, a dark hole i fall into now and then. but there is my mom who fills emptiness with amazing grace. and there are new friends... and fabrics and more stitches than ever.
and there are always jeff's (aka walter) pictures when i have no words.
.....one of my favorite edges on this quilt is where the pieces of the old and new didn't match up and the mended path of the edge has become a zig-zag pathway. it holds together just the same and has become a bit more interesting in fact.
i have decided to make an effort to wrap this up soon so i can go down to the union square market and wrap it around my brother nemo (don't miss this post) before he freezes his ass off trying to make a buck.