i made my first little batch of 'poetry quilts' this week. the subtlety of stitch and word is very striking. the fabric is a plain unbleached, toothy muslin that carries the word to your eye unadulterated with color or pattern. these have been planted in my mind for months, swimming around in there, waiting for the right time to emerge. and the other day, i had finished quilting all the tops i'd made last week and decided to try my hand at writing. so i found a lovely little robert frost poem, 'beech'. and started writing with my sewing machine...
Where my imaginary line
Bends square in woods, an iron spine
And pile of real rocks have been founded.
And off this corner in the wild,
Where these are driven in and piled,
One tree, by being deeply wounded,
Has been impressed as Witness Tree
And made commit to memory
My proof of being not unbounded.
This truth’s established and borne out,
Though circumstanced with dark and doubt—
Though by a world of doubt surrounded.
and the poetry quilt was born. yesterday, 2 rilke poems, 'piano practice' and 'the apple orchard' became quilts. lightweight and breezy. today my job is to photograph them and list them on etsy. photographing the subtle tone on tone texture that creates the words is difficult. it requires an exact light that i haven't quite figured out yet. but i'll figure it out!