Hi. Here they are–my finished designs. I love the archetype of the little house and all that it might mean and stand-for as an icon. And then I just love birds. They are decoration for the ages. It seems that art history is filled with little birds…flitting about, bringing a bit of string…being birdies. When I was in art school, there was no insult more complete, no critique more insulting than to call something decorative. That would be like saying to someone’s face, “There is nothing in your heart or mind. You are a ninny and the work you make is meaningless.” Except that would be kind compared to calling something decorative. I could wield that knife-like critique with the rest of them.
In fact, I once endeavored to pin 5,000 wet, canned peas to my studio wall– each one stuck in with a little straight pin. One at a time. I am so not joking. I also produced a body of paintings about the function of the c o l o n. Awful. So bad. Bad, bad, bad. Thank goodness for the healing effects of time. And the ability of the psyche to recover from the damage inflicted by art school! I love pretty things. Things that tell simple stories. Quilting seems to be a nice medium for archetypal human icons. Simple tales told in lovely prints and kooky colors. Sometimes good enough is far better than great.
Anyway, at this rate, I am on track to produce two pillows about every four months. Sigh. But I really like them and it was worth the wait. And am working on the pattern right now. I read so many lovely blogs by talented artists who make something like…uhhh…a quilt every week? Or every day? They are so prolific…it really is impressive.
Adorable! Never rush a good thing lady…