In the last couple of months I’ve been working on a quilt that has come to mean a lot to me. It did not start out that way, as it was just a handful of orphan blocks which I made thinking I would use them for one of Nancy Crow’s workshops. The requirement for the workshop was to make them in black and white, which I did, but then I made a handful of them with some purple and yellow scraps leftover from another project, thinking I would first use the B/W then the color. If you have ever been to a workshop that lasts 5 days, especially one with the extremely talented Nancy Crow, you’ll understand completely that things don’t always go the way you have them planned in your head! In fact, I’ve learned to go to the Crow Barn with zero expectations of finishing anything, and zero expectations of my own agenda. To sit at the foot of a master, you must set aside your own agenda, your own preconceptions, and your own bias. Open-minded. Period.
So this journey started with these dozen orphan blocks, and the more I worked with them, the more they reminded me of my sister, Barb. To make a long story short, she lost her battle with leukemia, APL – Acute Promyelocytic Leukemia – and this is what unfinished conversations with her looks like. It is almost done, and I’m working every day to complete it.
Height it roughly 70″ and width will probably be close to 80″ when I’m done.
I think you can see where I’m moving into darkness – silence – off to the right.
This is where I was Monday:
And here’s where it was last night, Friday, around 10 p.m. when I finished sewing: