"Who do you make your quilts for?" "What do you do with all your quilts?" "Why do you make so many quilts?"
I've been asked these questions many times over the years. And I often feel a twinge of guilt when I respond:
"Some I give away."
"I love to drape them over chairs, over a bed, hang them on a wall."
"I sleep under 2 or 3 in the summer months, and 4 or 5 when it's colder."
"I just do." (make them)
" I love to play with fabric, love to sew, love to play with colour, try different patterns."
|A lovely pile of some of my quilts!|
The first thing I heard that inspired me to post this today was a portion of the commencement speech that Mike Myers gave last night at Humber College in Toronto. Here is a snippet of this quite profound speech that I furiously scribbled as Tom Allen, host of CBC Radio 2's "Shift" read aloud this afternoon:
"Fame is the industrial disease of creativity. . . Do spend your time making things. Time spent making things is never wasted. Creativity is a subject fit for study. . . . You will be a student of creativity for the rest of your life."
You can find the entire speech here.
Creativity. It's what makes our world a better place. It makes me a better person. Time spent making things, ergo, making me a better person, is never wasted.
I also read that the author of Flowers for Algernon, Daniel Keyes, died today. How I loved that book the first time I read it!! How I loved teaching it to my grade 10 English class! Here is a quote from the book that accompanied the announcement of his death:
"I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it, as if I had never been."
And it hit me: this is a huge part of WHY I create quilts. I do spend some time thinking about them outlasting me, where they might end up, in another 100 years or more, and those thoughts warm my heart. My quilts all contain vibes, thoughts of the person they are for, or the feelings I have as I work on them, and often when I look at an old one, I am transported back to the moment (okay, often months) during which I made them. So I will "have been", I won't have wasted my life, my quilts WILL carry on, long after I'm gone, each of them a veritable fabric child of mine.
No longer will I feel even a twinge of guilt for this passion of mine. It feeds my soul. It makes me feel alive, part of something bigger, part of the creativity bubble that encircles our Earth. Tapping into it, whether through creating quilts, literature, music, paintings, stained glass, pottery, beautiful cars, or beautiful buildings, sculptures, and on and on, is such a rush, such a high, such a burst of sheer joy that nourishes, energizes, captivates, and uplifts my soul, my essence, my ME.
|And this is just a small fraction of them|