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Art Quilt

I thought I'd photograph my first art quilt of the year in stages as I improvised the design and post pics of how it went. At one point I used a reference silhouette while cutting out my koi, and some printed words on paper as reference to the embroidered poem, but otherwise it's entirely spontaneous and free hand.

A project sometimes happens when I most need it (and I really don't plan it that way, it just does) and this quilt really helped me hang onto my calm during the rather rough start to 2025.

I had the misfortune of having to deal with a very unpleasant situation in my home for three days that I could not escape. By dealing with this I couldn't work much, either, and that really upset me.

Fortunately my art quilt provided a quiet haven when it got too much for me, and I was able to maintain my composure until the person responsible finally left.

Sometimes art isn't about the end product, but the journey to get there. This is one of those.

I've never been more grateful for my art, either.

By creating this piece I was able to surround myself with beauty and joy when I most needed it. That's like making your own armor.

I'm going to hang this up in my home office so I remember that my art is stronger than the ugliness of the world, even when someone brings it into my house.

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