These aren’t my pajamas they were given to me by my friend Nancy who was just about to send them off to a thrift store when she thought of me. I knew they had to be a quilt and if there were any leftovers, I’d use them in potholders. (there are and I will)
I wanted the quilt to move. The stripes do that as well as mimic the format of comics.
I pieced it together yesterday and it definitely moves, I find there’s no place for my eye to land. It goes in and out too, the solids popping out, the patterns receding.