It seems a mess, but it's not. I've finally gotten to print, and this is the day's last pull of dye. I'll leave it right here till tomorrow morning, then I think I'll drop another print on this. Or not. It's a good inky blue.
Part of today's task was to photograph and record the last quilt. It's pinned to my design wall and lit with even lights. With my camera on a tripod, I've measured the middle, marked it with a pin (in the circle) and then leveled the camera right on it. Move back, get it all in, then shoot.
This beautiful vest made by an Artist Once Known of the Dakota tribe (late 1800s) used porcupine quills sewn in hide (possibly deer) with linen and velvet. The symbols are explained in the text, added here. The thought "We are dedicated to our 'country' " is worth letting sink in.
Some would say "I always quilt with wine" but I don't get that. For me, it's listening to a great podcast or watching the tele. I'm almost finished with the next quilt's hanging sleeve. You can see me adding that bit of pleat for the rod. And all my junk moves along on a tray. Remote at the ready.
The "Exquisite Corpse" takes many forms; this game via a friend. As the third player, I took their image and recalculated. It's now a page-sized collage, sewn from a print of their image with added material. I've passed a photo print to number 4. Think of trying it with friends -- virtually.
There's time on the design wall, then there's time when you live with it. You can get a feel for the size of this work, and I'm enjoying having it around. I've got a show this summer so this will be there for a few months. For now, it's mine.
This is a shot of Bondi Beach just off the longarm and before the facing was added. I did get that sleeve on today, but ran out of light to hang and photo it. Today was finish taxes and mail, hunt down a "Find a Grave" stone, venture to a store for milk, and rake leaves. Tomorrow!
I'll add this backyard scene here as incentive to finish and hang up the last quilt off the machine -- and post it here tomorrow. These shapes are so much like the shapes I've just quilted. Maybe I've just been staring at the quilting too long. Maybe it's following me everywhere.
My house is full of windows on the main floor. My studio is not. So the reward for finishing the design, construction, and quilting is the hand work and above ground vistas. Plus a little movie or two on the tele. Can't get much nicer.
Yesterday I hugged this tree with an antique quilt top. Thought I'd continue today with one of my printed yards. I've loads of these, so might have to continue. Got some waves, and a few scratched heads.