At thirteen, I embarked on a quilt which was to cover my bed for a decade or more. My mom took me to the fabric store and helped me choose and coordinate the colorful patterns. When my daughter was ten and into the lime greens and blues I had loved in the 1970s, I pulled the quilt out of a bag and put it on her bed. A year or two ago, I took out the tufted yarn bows (I left one for the memory), re-quilted it, this time with embroidery thread, and patched the threadbare areas and places the seams were pulling apart. Turns out I really liked it better with the patches. Neither my daughter nor I ever liked the bows of yarn.
Happy with the patching process and the way it looked, I patched the quilt on my bed last year as well. Probably made it originally in the early 2000s. By this point I had seen the Gee's Bend quilts in an article in the New York Times (2002), but couldn't seem to shake the traditional and symmetrical style.
I made a crib-sized quilt for my son by taking him in his wheelchair to the fabric store and bringing him bolts of cloth to examine. If he smiled, we got it. He liked the chickens.
Made this small one in 2008, five years after he died. A kind of healing. It begins: I let go / of my take-apart self / cold, I confront / a tumbled scene: and includes the line: growing rings / over a scar
Started this small one out of found cloth and stenciled imagery a few years ago and finished it a couple years after that. I use it to cover my letterpress rollers. Very much happier with the free-form look.
This small one last year for my mother-in-law. Used cloth leftover from my son's quilt as well as fabric from a quilt my daughter had made.
I have another batch of patches printed for a second quilt, and an idea for a third. This should keep my hands busy for the next couple of months.
Meanwhile, I visited a quilt show last Sunday, called "Yo-Yos & Half-Squares" at the Oakland Museum of California. Pictures from that to come.