I went to my studio this morning knowing two things.
The first is that I had three to four hours of uninterrupted time to work. The other was that I’d be emptying out a few of my bags of scraps and sewing the fabric inside of them together.
I had no ideas about the quilt I’d be making. Because I do believe what I’m doing will turn into a quilt. I only knew I wanted to let the scraps guide me.
These are scraps given to me by other quilters. Some of them are cut into small squares or triangles, some long strips or odd shapes, some even sewn together.
I began by separating the triangles from the other fabric in one bags.
I was trying to make new shapes from the triangles.
Because the triangles I was using were made from two pieces of fabric, I was able to break up the designs.
I came up with four different “squares” (which I put in quotes because two of them are rectangles).
Then working on all four at the same time, I started adding fabric to them. When I got stuck on one, I moved onto another.
I hummed along like this all morning. Then, at about 1pm, I was done.
Not that I gave up so easily. I get a bit obsessive when I have all those pieces of fabric scattered on my studio floor waiting to be sewn together. But I was just realized I was just spinning my wheels at this point. The flow that got me to the point I was at stopped. I’d used up all my creative energy.
Even as I write this I want to go back into my studio and work some more. But it would probably come to nothing. And I have the other work to do now, the emails to answer and art to mail out.
But I feel good about the work I got done and the time I made for it, so I could work with my mind free and uncluttered.
