I went back to my studio after dinner to finish tacking my Crow Quilt last night. I’ve never made a quilt like this before. It was the left over pieces of crow fabric and the way I could and couldn’t fit them together that started it. Those missing pieces, the red in between, those blank spaces that each of us get to fill in. The broken images speak to me of the movement back and forth in time. I’m thinking again of the cave drawings, how the images seem to move when I look at them. Take on a greater meaning, seem to be infused with some kind of magic.
I still don’t have words for the story this quilt is telling. But then I guess it’s not about words. It works on a different level. But I feel it speaks loudly.
Crow Quilt is sold.