I am sitting in my sewing room today and while I am working
on a wall hanging that will be quilted.
I stop to look at the fabrics, notice the colors, feel the fibers and it
strikes me that some might think this an odd twist in things to put together, I
see generations. There are two, definitely,
maybe even three generations of creativity before me in my family. My Mother; who sewed and introduced me to thinking
outside the lines when I was making things on my own, was alive in music. Singing was her passion, dentistry was her
profession. She now uses her attention
to detail to create wonderful silver wearable art work still sews with me as we
share ideas for quilts. My Grandmother,
who also helped teach me to sew as a young girl, created her own world of
vibrant life through color in paintings that adorn homes around the world
today. While her work was on canvas, she
loved the work of the potter. I remember
from my earliest days that she had a pottery collection that fascinated me. When I visit her home there is always an
abundance of colors and textures, on the walls in her paintings, in the dishes
and pottery pieces that were around and her choice of fabrics on the furniture all
the way down to the carpets on the
floor; a feast for my senses. I know that my Great Grandmother had a
creative vibe in her life as well. I see
so many of these influences in this one piece.
I definitely see how these generations of creative women have shaped my
own directions of creativity. I
would not have it any other way.
-Regi
