This may come as a surprise to some, I really hate making quilts. Well, I do and I don’t. Maybe you’re like this too. You see, I’ve reached a point in making quilts, I’ve made so many of them, that there’s somewhat of an expectation that I turn out good work. Technically, no problem, but what I’m referring to is the composition… balance, color, contrast, shape, proportion, scale… and so forth. The “Visual Dance” as Joen Wolfrom would refer to it. Joseph Albers once said “If you have nothing to say, don’t shout.” That’s honestly how I feel about my work sometimes. I look at my design wall and cringe to see that I’m shouting. This insecurity has the best of me sometimes. It sucks the fun out of me and in the days leading to work on a big project, I’m cranky and depressed. I really hate being a quilt maker at this point. Eventually, I look at the clock and I realize I’m wasting time being in a funk so I move myself into the studio and simply start working. Head down, ignoring that creep sitting on my shoulder, whispering “another big quilt, what for?”… “what do you expect to do here?”… “people won’t like it.”… on and on it goes. Its in moments like these I understand why Van Gogh cut off his ear. So I play music REALLY loud, like Radio Paradise, or Coldplay on Pandora, or lately I’ve been listening to Serial, a podcast that tells a non-fiction story over the course of several weeks. I’ve become obsessed with it! Did Adnan do it? What’s up with Jay? Why didn’t Asia get to testify? Anybody with me? There are charts for people like me, “people obsessed with Serial,” its a thing. You can google it. Hmmmm. What was I saying?
I hate making quilts. Yeah, I really do. Well, I do and I don’t.