Drum roll please....
It's time for another Four In Art reveal!!!
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Four In Art quilts
Betty at a Flickr site: http://www.flickr.com
Catherine at Knotted Cotton
Elizabeth at OPQuilt.com
Jennifer at Secondhand Dinosaur
Nancy at Patchwork Breeze
Rachel at The Life of Riley
Susan at PatchworknPlay
A little bit of silk inspiration from a trip to
Michael Lavine's in downtown Los Angeles
combined with a quote from my high school
track & cross country Coach Calvin Rossi.
I know this isn't literature, but nonetheless.....
they are words.
"Hills are your friends,
whenever there's an up,
there's always a down."
Coach Calvin Rossi, Irvine High School
Coach Rossi was constantly talking about hills. He taught
us to pass competitors on the up hill, then lean into the
hill on the way down and FLY!!! This is one way to mess
with a competitor by passing them when they are dying
on a big hill. It becomes a mental game. You've just
intimidated them on the challenging up hill, AND you
get an adrenalin rush by doing something tough.
Funny thing is, I still do this on my bike rides every
week with my husband. We play cat and mouse the
entire bike ride, taking turns passing each other.
A photo of me in 1988. I saw this sign during a race in
Whittier, California and had to go back for a photo.
Detail of silk hill. Working with silk was slippery.
It slid around and pulled easily under
my walking foot.
I have to say this is one of my favorite hills.
It not not only is a horizontal hill, but it ended up in 3D!
Life quite often is full of hills.
Hills we don't want to go up, challenges
we have to take. It's important to remember
that once we overcome the difficulty
there will always be a time of rest, or
a down hill time in life, where we can
rest, recover or just coast for a while.
I decidedto keep the back of the
quilt simple, it's solid yellow.
I kept the edges raw and just added some thick bands
of stitching to finish the edges off.
The back side of the quilt.
Since all the hills were quilted in smooth hilly shapes
I thought the quilt could use some contrast.
The top and bottom areas of the quilt are all
quilted in geometric straight lines.
I'm on the left, not running up a hill.
1989 Irvine High School.
A Vaquero is a Spanish Cowboy.
Great message from your coach:-) I love your beautiful texture.ReplyDelete
OOOOH! 3D hills! You rocked this! (I think using an aphorism can qualify as literature, so let's put that to rest.) I wondered what you were going to do with that silk and now here is my answer. I love the slubby nature of the silk in this piece as it contrasts with the smoother silks--a perfect companion to your aphorism's up and down theme. And of course, I love how your blog looks--with all the different fonts and settings you can pull out of bloodspot (you are a star).ReplyDelete
Fun to see your younger buff self--no wonder you can chase the youth at YW camp!
What I like about this challenge (Literature) is that it truly is open to interpretation and, in your case, words are just perfect. You've done a great job depicting the peaks and valleys, of running as well as life. Having sewn on silk way too much, I'm impressed with how well you corralled it. And leaving the edges raw really does add to the message, I think. Perfect pictures to accompany the story, too. Great job!ReplyDelete
Seriously fun quilt. Who needs 'official literature'? That's what art is all about. The silk shines so beautifully, even on my computer screen. You did a great job with the curvy contrasts of the hills and then some straight line quilting. How cool that a couple of the hills went up. Great piece, and I like that it is tied to lots of meaning for you.ReplyDelete
I love so much about this mini! The 'running' stitches, the rich colours of the hills and the ragged edges.... A great interpretation of your chosen piece of literature!ReplyDelete
I enjoyed reading your "prose" telling about your quilt. I looked at the completed mini's photo and just let my mind and eyes follow the flow. The movement made me wonder it I was near water, hills, or furrows. Was I coming out of the trees? Perhaps this is all my own interpretation, but it made me think. And that is what art is suppose to do, right? Well don.ReplyDelete