I have written enough post for the month! In my head. Being too tired to get one of them on paper, or whatever, I'm going to share photos of a quilt I saw at the Lowell Quilt Festival this summer. I haven't the imagination to come up with the work that went into this beautiful work of art. Actually, I do. It was a lot.
My photos aren't that great, but here are a couple of detail shots:
Can't you just feel the wind and hear the roar of the ocean? The hair does not look stopped in time, but as if it is flowing and whipping around in the air. Can you just dream of stitching that hair, strand by strand!
Or realizing there was a strand or two out of place and picking it out? I'm guessing that doesn't happen. Once in (or out) of place, it stays and you turn a blind eye.
There is so much fluidity in this work, I am even a bit sea-queazy watching this ship bob up and down, about to sink.
One hundred six. Or day EIGHT. I can SO do that, yes I can. I even taught that Christine woman everything she knows. Heh.