At RealJob, July 1, 2020 is the first day of a new month, a new fiscal year, and a new academic year. It’s usually about the time that summer break starts to feel like it’s dwindling away, but this year we hit that point weeks ago; we are starting much earlier and risking our lives…but I digress.
On this day I begin earning fewer dollars for my efforts…another COVID-19 digression…same job, fewer dollars. But I begin the same job with a new title (an endowed chair). To me the title is a surprising kindness and an ego boost that won’t go to my head. Eyes on the prize, friends. We still have lots to learn and ever more to achieve.
And a new year as a quilter. Here’s a new quilt in a new series (not sure when I’ll get the rest of the series going though). And the ideas I had in mind a year ago when I proposed making it for a museum exhibition:
A patchwork of a portrait of myself as a quilter, this is a reflection on a black interloper into the quilt world, which is a space policed by white women who often act as gatekeepers and
try to keep me out.
I was, ahem, in a different head-space then, although I still agree with the sentiments.
But I find myself worthier now.
I am here.
I am here.