I see the quilt as my canvas. The texture of all the hand quilting is someone else’s ground work. I’m not starting with a blank canvas. It has a history devoid of me, yet connected to me through the tradition of quilt making. I’m drawing lines with my stitches. Some are dashes, some continuous, some tiny, almost invisible dots.
I don’t know what I’m going to do from one moment to the next. This morning I looked at my Intuition Goddess Quilt hanging on my wall and I knew I wanted to patch together pieces of fabric to fill out the horses head. I knew the fabric I wanted to use. And now that it’s done, it looks exactly as I pictured it. That rarely happens when I make something.
I think making this piece is strengthening my creative intuition.