Wednesday, April 28, 2010


Happily, I know Block Island on an intimate basis.  It is a special place and it calls to me from time to time.  I have been thinking about imagination and how mine runs wild and unfettered.  And I remember that our imaginations are the domain of our inner world.  And that creativity is the path to that world.  So I set out, with fabric and thread and an imagination that sometimes runs so far ahead of me on the path that it takes everything I have to catch up.  

The essence of Block Island is deeply imbedded within my memory.  I went to fabric;
I was searching for the sand, the sky and the water as I knew it in early spring.  The waters off Point Judith are dark and teeming with life.  The sand is crisp and untouched by a human print and the sky is indescribable - changing from moment to moment - lavender, blue, yellow, pink.
The block comes into focus slowly.  I turn off the jury and judge in my head and simply sew -
Something resonates within, but I am unsure.  Natural light confirms some of my concerns -
Is this the beginning of a new quilt, or simply a page in the journal of a quiltmaker, one who is sadly separated from the sea?


Exuberant Color said...

I like the block. It keeps the viewer roaming around the block to see all of the texture and elements.

Bea said...

Wow. This block is awesome.

MeinSie said...

the last time I flew to Providence and saw B.I. from the air, it made me cry... I miss that place, RI, Providence, the ocean and New England in general.... Dulce worked at the Atlantic Inn 2 summers and worked for a woman who runs a small art gallery there as well - her father is still storing her surfboard! that place as well - the wind, dunes, grass, hills, roses- summer your pattern.