Washington DC and the rubbings

I printed this fabric in Washington DC during a week in Foggy Bottom walking the District of Columbia. Actually, I wanted to visit a particular Smithsonian Museum and we shall leave it that there was only one museum shut for 6 months of renovations during my visit. Yep. No textiles for me. So I walked, and walked and walked. Bought new shoes. Walked some more and found a piece of the Berlin Wall off the beaten track at the University. Sat on a bench in a garden with a sundial just opposite the entrance to the train/subway. I watched the world go by and marvelled at the fresh flower market, the 200 different salads sold by weight in nearby store. I took a rubbing from both the bench and the sundial. Events of recent days led to the addition of the hands - hands of protest, offers of help, uprising, BLM, discomfort and an axis shifting.

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The peaceful rhythm of quilting

Three or four hundred upper thread and bobbin changes over the past four weeks. There's a textural effect I'm trying to create with the quilting - that compliments the imperfect shapes of the pieced fabrics. Something akin to wabi, sabi and shibui. The infinite ways that dense, linear quilting can be used to create story are coming to life, one piece at a time. Sometimes barely visible, sometimes contrasting. There is an uneven fullness in the seams that help create miniscule bumps at the end of each line. There are also the seamless directional changes absorbed into the looser weave of some fabrics. Every change and every bobbin. Testing tensions, adjusting for the different threads as each shape submits to the process. It is a peace-filled activity, permanently set up so I can work for several minutes at a time. Never wasting moments. I get immersed in the meditative quality of the quilting and thinking only about the stitch. Some of the combinations I use: using the same ...

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