I don’t think anybody will ever know the stupid blind faith that is required to make a large quilt like this. Hours spent dyeing fabric in a multitude of colors… piecing and sewing… and now the quilting, is done so only because I hope that someday something worthwhile may come of it. There is no guarantee. This may have all been a mistake.
I don’t think anybody can fully appreciate the hours of solitude one must endure to create something like this. Alone in my studio, I spend my time yearning and grasping for goodness, only to have it allude me just inches beyond my reach.
I don’t think anybody will ever understand exactly how I feel about these quilts. Surely I am proud and pleased about many of them yet at the same time I am so totally ready to give them up… let them go. How is this possible? Even I don’t understand such non-attachment.
Thankfully, I have images like these to get me through. So lucky am I, I think… so lucky am I.