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Obey

Journal Quilt Week 6

Journal Quilt Week 6

This week’s quilt was meant to be inspired by a trip to Boston’s ICA (Institute of Contemporary Art) in a manner other than it was.  We had to pull teeth to get our two teenage boys to go see Shepard Fairey.  I thought the fact that the artist had been arrested in Boston on Friday, that his work could be found on city streets and the bottom of skateboards, that his motto, “question everything” informed most of his images, would hold some appeal.  Not so.

I started with the idea of using Photoshop Elements to pair words of my kids’ resistance with a photo that revealed some of their exuberance at actually being there.   I was going to print that on fabric, stitch it to another piece of fabric with wild, angry slash quilting, and be done with it.

harbor side of the ICA

harbor side of the ICA

But, in keeping with a prolonged and now excruciating run of malfunctions, the printer ate the fabric and then died.  The top four or so inches printed before the fabric jammed, and those words and ink smears made their way into the finished piece.  I cut out newspaper letters to spell “obey” — a reference to the artist’s “Obey Giant” series — which, of course, ironically also refers to our family conflict.

Because I forgot to look at last week’s quilt for a “carry over” fabric, the carry over is paper.

obey-top

In the end, I like this quilt much, much better than the original idea, which means I am grateful to the printer’s malfunction.  What I hope I can do now is to translate that to our family.  If our outing yesterday was the printer jamming, then the way we relate to each other in the coming week would correlate to the improved, more interesting quilt.

obey-with-curse

And I’ll say it here for the record (look again at the spade-like leaves occupying near center of the quilt), the energy and intelligence that goes into rebelling are good things.  Something Shepard Fairey knows for sure.

Inauguration and Ichor

Journal Quilt Week 4

This week’s Journal Quilt HAD to reference the Inauguration, of course.  I started with the idea of pairing drab gray with splashes of bright color to capture the contrast between how I feel about Presidents 43 and 44.  A dark gray piece of bark cloth that had maroon foliage the color of dried blood was a good starting point.  It wasn’t quite big enough, though, and the ‘correction’ of using a corner to enlarge the piece introduced the idea of wounds.  I used last week’s straw-colored linen (satisfying my Journal Quilt Rule of carrying over one fabric) to create X’s and sewed them and red floss (more dried blood) like sutures on a cut.

The central window was a new trick learned from the most recent issue of Quilting Arts Magazine.  Initially, I had the obvious and perhaps corny idea of using some bright Hawaiian fabrics for the interior, but instead placed a recently-purchased piece of Australian blue-dotted fabric, which I realized when I stepped back, resembled cells seen through a microscope.  So now, rather than referencing Obama directly, I let the quilt speak to healing more generally.

The dotted print is embellished with beads.  The gray surface is embellished with sequins and a button. This process put me in mind of the recently learned word (thank you John Banville!) ‘ichor’ — which means both discharge from a wound and ambrosia — a funny contradictory combination that seems apropos to this particular changing of the guards…

I selected the window frame fabric because it fit my notion of hope — bright, cheerful images of spring flowers.  As it happens, the fabric came from the dress I wore as a bridesmaid in my sister-in-law’s wedding and so further resonated with the week — nothing lavish and formal like what was seen at the inaugural balls, but still a fancy-ish dress worn to a big, happy event.

 

The sense of change is so welcome!  Look!  Lights are on out there!

Break is Over

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Be melting snow.
Wash yourself of yourself.

Rumi

Frozen rain ponged the roof last night, waking K and me, and leaving steps and walkways coated with ice this morning.

Boys are back at school.  The year’s first journal quilt is done.  I am challenged by my dog’s absolute and abject terror of the camera.

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He came from Puerto Rico, where he was not a street dog, but had been abandoned and left to starve, and endured who knows what else.  Just the sound of the lens cap popping off sends him cowering and shaking into a corner.  Last night a camera flash on the TV had him burying his head behind my back on the couch.   This slows the blog process and may not be something that beef treats can change.  Today I will hear Rumi’s words as an invitation to accept this and him as it is — not to wish for something else.

Today I shall: photo Journal Quilt; begin assembling white fabrics for a next big project that will be a total departure from my usual choice of super-saturated colors; make up a bag of scraps to give away; hem D’s jeans; pack up the bottle brush trees.