Last night, I finally got around to collaging. I got that Alene's 2-in-1 glue all over my fingers. Even after washing my hands multiple times and using lotion, it was hard to get off. So I was trying to sew, thread my needle, and cut squares with everything sticking to my fingers. I need to remember to buy a bar of Lava soap. I couldn't go without that in the old days when I used to oil paint. I wish I could post some pictures of my colleges and patchwork but my camera won't connect to iTunes since the last update. I have to figure out how to autosync Google again. That worked great for the two weeks it actually worked. College is the best way for me to get inspiration. I used to paint from my collages. Inspiration and focus are what I have been lacking lately. I want to make jewelry but to drag everything out is overwhelming. Then, when I get it out, I want to make cards. Then, I want to turn everything into a chalkboard...
I love sewing together the patchwork. It's like a puzzle but also a maze. Some of my pieces are irregular; some of my stitches are also. I cannot just "crazy quilt" pieces that don't go together. However, when they do, it looks amazing. I am using pieces of old sheets, cloth that I dyed, clothes that the dog shredded, and scraps for expensive fabric. I long for one of those quilting machines that just cuts the squares for me. An accu cutter or something? Will I ever make big real quilts? I don't know. I'm no math whiz and I my quilts would never be perfect. I saw an old quilt at the art museum on Wednesday. We were on a school trip and I was blown away but how bright the fabric colors still were after all these years. Who made that quilt? No one knows.
“For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf