Because I am "me" I look for meaning in them before I start quilting, this time seeing passages. I wrote a story for each...
The Green Door
So stately and tall-comprised of squares not quite square. With a window...a peek "into"
The door is closed and quite crooked. Yet I know it opens...
What is behind the door?
Where does it lead?
Does it open to a room, a hall, the world?
Is the room large & well-lit? Full of books or empty with one big chair and a table?
Does it feel cool or warm? Large or small, bright or dim?
Even seeing the same place we might feel differently there.
That is magic too.
If we came in together would we gravitate to people who saw it like we did, forming groups and friendships based on perceptions?
Would we feel threatened by those who saw it differently or be interested in learning about our differences?
My room is safe, well lit with soft light and holds a comfy chair. Not too large nor too small. No one is there but me. I want to sit and read, to think, to feel peace. To find acceptance that who I am is enough.
What do you see?
Obviously it's not quite finished. The squares were turned so that they would catch the light, there are two fabrics with another light green one in center. I not concern myself with matching when I saw the bits of leftover squares. They were for a silk hexi flamingo that was finished about 3 years ago so rough cut.
The thick gold thread is candlelight, frays upon snipping it, and hand embroidered. I like this look (see top picture)
I liked the fraying and decided to keep it.
I liked the Jinny Beyer scrap with it.
I am deciding whether to add the green silk as a border or a wide binding only.
I am choosing a background for the third portal in gray, currently on the stonehenge fabric.
tomorrow close ups of quilting and embellishments on the blue one
Happy St. Patricks day, when all are Irish. It's nice to be included isn't it?