…is a 1934 poem by William Carlos Williams, a sweet love note about some quasi-stolen plums (jump to 49:43 for a funny TAL bit spoofing it). It reminds you of the little things we do to each other without apology knowing we may hurt each other in ways big and small.
And it’s the working title of a quickie quilt project made amid the turmoil brewing and spewing across our country.
[No, please don’t assume it’s just in VA or just in the South or just the poor or just the unemployed or less-educated. This is America. This is US. This then; this is now. Always and forever.]
This is a meditation on the things we say that mean very little without action to back them up. To be direct, one should take meaning from even the passive “you are loved” that is meaningless unless there is an actual object doing the loving–acting on it in all the ways we need to be caring for each other day to day.
it’s not a response
it might be a reaction
it’s not as sweet as it seems on the surface
it’s really so not who I am
it’s also not who I aspire to be
it’s just a quilt to keep you warm
and make you feel warm inside maybe
but it’s lacking
it’s for those who say “this is not us”
it’s for those who say they had no idea this is us.
this is us.
and there’s no turning back.
Materials: cotton solids and semisolids
Techniques: improvisationally machine pieced, longarm machine quilted, hand quilted, hand bound
Finished size: about 64″ square
Started: June 25, 2017
Finished: August 13, 2017