Families are a bit like yeast. Living things that grow in the right conditions and die off in prolonged heat. Sometimes the starter lives for years, and other times it goes off without regular care and attention. It combines with other ingredients to be greater than the original form. It drives change and transformation. Gentle. Percolating. Needs to be put in its place every now and then. Generally, it lives peacefully and doesn't cause problems. And then there's the unexpected outburst requiring treatment from stage left. It's a magical substance when used according to the manufacturer's instructions.
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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