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?