SEDUCTION by FABRIC

In the beginning, there was... FABRIC! For me, it starts with fabric, the seductress. The feel of fabric is primal. You know it, too, when you enter the fabric store and your hands instinctively reach out and FEEL all of the fabrics. They have a story to tell to the fingertips, the "hand," the drape, the weight, weave, finish.

Then the other senses are engaged. Does a lustrous, midnight blue create a heavy richness belying the cotton's heft? Visual texture, scattershot prints, the lure of color and repeats. I love metallics, anything flashy. I am a magpie for the trinkets of the fabric store. My stash is overloaded with brights and gaudies and golden and sparkly. I actually need to shop for backgrounds and filler fabrics. And my "uglies" end up being stars.

I hear their siren call:
"Quilts are like frozen music..." Eve Catus

Quilts cook and stir and muddle and mull in my mind, like an elusive taste or scent. I have been awoken from deep sleep to sketch an image evolved in a dream, trying to catch the elusive wisp that entreated me towards wakefulness. My sketchbook has the rudiments of works yet to come, but words are always poor and inadequate.

They tease my fantasy.

Quilts represent many things to me. They open the realms of fabric, dimension, color, texture, and light, interacting in a new way, forming statements (words), emotions (sentiments) mind pictures (thought) and music.

Quilts involve all of my senses.

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