I sat out on the porch swing this evening watching a magnificent sunset. There's a soft breeze and everything seems to be frozen in anticipation of the day tomorrow… The first catastrophic fire day. (A day of extreme heat and high winds.) Schools have been closed here in the hills and there is an unease in the air.
I achieved very little today because I was ably assisted by a 3 year old and a 5 year old.!!!!
That sure adds a little interest to the the work situation.
I was thinking as I was sitting there in the quiet. I'm not too sure about making quilts for my portfolio.
No1, No2, No3.
Will it be boring?
I remember going to a talk once … I was bored to distraction.
I even tried closing my eyes to prevent seeing yet —No 20 quilt —- of 'blood on snow'.
Red dots on white plastic.!!!! It seemed to me that we in the audience were being forced into a place that should really be the private area in the creators imagination.
Each quilt could be made in less than an hour….!!!
So in thinking that, I won't subject you to any more aggy photos until I think its different.
Blood on snow, No 21…… Oooh, and there were about 50 of the things.
I think sometimes this art quilt stuff can be a little self indulgent in it's definition.
I remember a dear friend taking me up on to her roof once. teetering on the edge of a dark black pitch roof she showed me a blue fence with two pink lines…. " they are the lines to your creativity" she said, along with a string of other flowery explanations…
I burst out laughing, which is a bit dangerous on the edge of a roof.
No, all I see is a darn ugly fence with two pink lines….!!! she laughed too and we both agreed to disagree.
I have to be able to work on something that is real and tangible. REAL STUFF. No one could say I don't have an imagination or that I'm not creative…. I just channel it a little differently.
OK, so to make you envious, take a look at this….. it's where I'm staying when I first get to Mexico in January.
Then down to San Miguel Allende
Mexico City and on to Oaxaca.