I kept staring at the crumple-dyed cotton I had made and seeing images in it: my own personal Rorschach test. Flowers, mostly, and butterflies, leaves also. One edge was brighter than the rest, and I thought, "Let there be light," and I thought of the light at the end of the Pandemic tunnel. It needed to be an art quilt. (Be the light you want to see, maybe?)
Many of the pieces were from previous dye explorations, all had wonderful textures: cotton, flannel, velvet. Like petting a cat, caressing a pet, this quilt is full of a variety of softness and light, pleasing to the touch. Metallics couched to velvet, ribbed machine-sewn lines, sashiko diamond stitching, and random running stitches. The centerpiece was completely quilted by hand, accentuating all the images I saw.