My markers were running dry and Jon wasn’t around for lunch. So I made myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and got Fate in the car and ate my lunch on the way to the Dollar General and Rite Aid. This is one thing I learn in art school, that my materials don’t have to come from an art supply store. I love the idea that I’m using the same markers that my friends 12 year old daughter is using to make her own T-shirts. And using them to draw on quilts and linens always feels a bit irreverent to me.
It’s really a mix of the old and new. I don’t know that the woman who made this beautiful quilt wouldn’t have used markers if she could. If she grew up drawing on T-shirts, the next most natural thing to do may have been to draw on her blanket. It’s a much bigger canvas.
This morning I stitched down a lot of the pieces I just had pinned to the quilt. It all felt too temporary, like I could still change it any time I wanted. And that made me start to second guess my decisions. I had to make the commitment to what I had already done before I could do anything else.
Then I started working on what I think of as the paper doll girls. A while ago my friend Debbie sent me this piece of fabric with all these girls on it. I was thinking of paper dolls and how they’re all attached to each other, usually holding hands and when I thought of this fabric I knew I could make it work.
So I cut around the girls,(true Everyday Goddesses) and left a piece of fabric between them to keep them connected. I pinned them in place, drew an outline around their bodies then took them down. In between each outline I drew, with my permanent markers, a goddess, inspired by my Language of the Goddess book.
Then I colored the background hot pink and pinned the girls back up.
Ghost-like, the ancient goddesses hover behind the girls. A little more of the then and now.
This is how I left it at the end of the day. I’m noticing that for a Wedding Ring quilt there aren’t any men in it. But there are a lot of Goddesses. Even the butterflies are symbols of the goddess. And Cinderella’s lost shoe isn’t made of glass.