I'm craving something new created with my own hands, a new direction for my quilting and my love for fabrics. New fabrics, old fabrics, recycle fabrics, it doesn't matter. I'm looking for a way to express emotion and ideas, and at the same time I'm wishing to use all I've learned during these couple of years about sewing and quilting.
I want to witness a friendly conversation between the threat, her inseparable partner the needle, and the fabrics. A dialogue I haven't yet heard about.
They will lead, and I will follow. I want to be inspired by unique pieces, and at the same time make my own version of it.
Finding the time to meet with the protagonists of this plan is key. I don't want lack time, and mother-work fade this excitement with boredom, lack of energy, and frustration.
In pleasurable stitches I want to retrospect, to introspect, and to meditate... about who I'm, and how to get back in track with my "art" because after all I'm not only a mother. The possibilities are infinite...