Friday, November 13, 2015
Who knows why you get into a funk sometimes. In my case, it's nothing specific. In fact, there have been some very good things going on -- the four-year-old turned five yesterday, I got work into two nice juried shows, my sister doesn't have lung cancer but ONLY a fungal infection that may take a year of medication to clear up (funny how context can make bad news into good news!).
After a while you will start having modules of various sizes, which you put up on the design wall. A while later you notice that two of the modules have the same dimension, so you sew them together. A long while later the fabric starts talking to you and saying "I want to be with him" or "I feel too dark; give me some white please."
The glory of this approach is that you don't have to make many decisions. I had a big box of striped fabric all neatly folded and packaged after I finished my Quilt National piece a year ago. I had noticed that there was a lot of red in that box, so I started with a lot of red strips. Then the fabric started wanting to go dark. And I guess I'm getting bored with sewing long strips together, so the modules started to get smaller.
I have no idea what's going to come of this. The funk isn't gone, but it's lurking a lot farther away than it was two weeks ago. And it feels great to be sewing, even if you don't know what you're working on.