I’m organizing my living environment into a creative hands working studio. My Momma had a lot of nice things that she collected in my childhood home. Stories and her creative hands are attached to many of these items. But, the bottom line is that I’ve got too much stuff. It’s overwhelming! Momma saved everything. I’ve inherited the fabric stash from five women from four generations. Recently, I was gifted with fabric from West Africa and India that came to me through at least three different women’s hands. As I’m preparing to teach quilting, the stories attached to all this cloth make me curious about the lives of all these women.
Cloth used for quilting has historically come from recycled sources and from swaps with others. Women in every ethnic culture make quilts and put a different slant or point of view on the finished product. It’s amazing how quilting binds us, especially in today’s climate of anger and division fueled by resentments. The path to healing and unity is before us if we can stop talking at each other and experience creative hands adventures. Hush talking and partner up with someone whose skin, eye or hair color is different from yours and make something out of nothing. Beat iron not each other! Center yourself on a potter’s wheel! Make a quilt, which is the best therapy when your life is in pieces! Just saying …..
Fiber Art by Carola 