Quilt no. 020: there is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve. 2017. Quilting cottons, feedsacks, and denim. 45” x 53”

Quilt no. 020: there is an ocean in my soul where the waters do not curve. 2017. Quilting cottons, feedsacks, and denim. 45” x 53”

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While piecing this quilt in the summer of 2016, I wrote: "I haven't touched salt waters of the ocean for a long time. I dream of its depths on occasion, the way light filters down until it is blotted out by the blackness. I dream of being swallowed whole by the powerful waters, my weightless body pulled down, watching the sky above grow dark through a watery lens. I dream of this, surrounded in waking life by high, dry country as far as I can see."

This quilt is about depression. Composed entirely of seemingly disparate scraps, I was taken by the idea of using tiny pieces with minor variation to create dense areas of dark and light. I built this quilt. I started with two rows of light and two rows of dark and filled in between them two rows at a time. Viewed from afar, it looks like black or near black solid fabric. Up close, however, the variety of the fabric adds texture and visual interest. The darkness always creeping up into the light, the light always filtering down into the darkness, the in-between muddied and chaotic.

Quilts are a means to make composition with color and value, a way to explore  the possibilities of surface. This feels very different than the way I was formally trained to make work, in photography. With photography, I was always seeking outward, looking into the world, hoping to find a reflection of myself. With quilts, they are born nearly whole from my internal life, looking into myself, finding my own mirror.

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