Going from the “sketch” layout to the finished piece, I find myself disappointed. So much gets lost! Forget about the tulle for a moment or the way the polka dot surround perhaps competes, where did the freshness of the original composition go?
And it’s not that I don’t like the finished piece. I do. Even if it’s “too dark” (how often have I heard that?). Even if the hand-quilting is less than perfect. But the finished little quilt didn’t capture something of the original. Even though I’d have trouble naming what that something is, I notice its absence.
I start eying my stretched canvas squares downstairs and think about gesso. Place, swipe, and stuck in position. A savagery of modge podge may be in my future.
Maybe the jackhammering is rattling my brain.