I started by threading the big cats through the samplers. Breaking up the traditional, the accepted. These samplers were printed on fabric, probably to be used to make pillows or a folk art type of quilt. I cut them in quarters to question the tradition and insert some of the wild.
(And that pretty white princess cat, we all know the tiger that lives inside her)
I refer to the accepted and expected then tweak it into questioning.
The gray and red nine patch and the blocks of four-inch squares, come from a quilt top Holly gave me. Her friend Bertha made that quilt.
Bertha lived by herself in a converted garage and kept working until she died at 86. She was always creating and giving her work away. Strong, independent, creative and generous, Bertha is the kind of woman I look up to. And her quilts as well as her life, were her own.
I know that pieces from Bertha’s quilt fit perfectly into my own quilt.
Dredging up the wild power from beneath the layers of tradition and expectation and creating something uniquely mine. The wild self taking its power back.