quilts and writing

Thanks for your lovely and kind comments about my recent quilt finish. It’s always nice to hear from you.

Recently I participated in this panel discussion about quilts and writing with a journalist, a novelist, and a poet. It was kinda fun.

And if you’re interested in learning about textiles and social justice, historically speaking, join me through Tatter Blue Library on July 25 in the afternoon. Information and tickets are available here. Cost ranges from free to whatever you like and proceeds go to BLM, SJSA, and a local shelter for women and children.

Stay safe, healthy, and whole, my friends.

xo,
c

Self-Study 2.0: the quilter

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.

Self Study 2.0

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.

Self Study 2.0

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.

Self Study 2.0

I am here.

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I am here.

I am here.

chatting about the week I had.

From my kitchen last week, I did a brief interview with Program Director Davana Robedee at the Schweinfurth Art Center.

You can listen to other interviews with fiber artists over here.

Have a great week!

holding on

Back in March, my world got flipped and I had to get over my deep instinct for inertia in the basics of my life and just let everything join into a realm of chaos for a little while. I regained some control over parts of RealJob and just let the rest continue to swirl.

COVIDtimes

During the COVID-19 stay-at-home, I found great solace in making some precision-pieced stars. The rhythm, the tedium, the repetition all worked together to let my mind wander and work through the puzzle of this new normal.

And then Breonna Taylor was shot in her home in Louisville, Ky, and Ahmaud Arbery was lynched in Georgia for just taking a jog in his neighborhood, and while birding in Central Park Christian Cooper was falsely accused of harassment by a white woman, and then for allegedly floating a counterfeit $20-bill (not a capital crime) George Floyd was killed in broad daylight in a chokehold by a police officer in Minneapolis as other officers looked on.

This list goes on: Tony McDade in Tallahassee, David McAtee in Louisville, KY, and on and on and on.

And the world has caught on fire. Finally.

And so it’s been quite the year so far. It’s not the year we wanted, but–strangely–it’s the year we need.

After the mass murder of nine worshippers at a church in Charleston, SC in 2015, Claudia Rankine wrote an op-ed, The Condition of Black Life is One of Mourning and it seems like a nice starting point for an exploration. Many are starting their education about our lives because of our deaths, so it’s apt.

Start to peel that onion.

COVIDtimes

Do not ask me for resources. Don’t be that person. Use your noggin and your fingers to search on google about: lynching, white supremacy, racism, white fragility, intersectionality, capitalism, slavery, poverty, the 13th amendment, prisons, discrimination in education, income inequality,…you know, life.

I’ll be back.

xo, c