Being Self Taught - WARNING, Family Photos Ahead
Camp Just Do It, on the other hand, urges the newcomers to just jump in and try things. Break the rules, ignore the "right way," learn through trial and error. I belong to this camp. This is partly because I learn everything through doing and would rather figure things out alone than ever ask for help. It's also likely a product of how I learned to quilt and how that history has informed what I now think of as my artistic vision.
Around the year 2000, I took up clothes-making in earnest. Grandma had given me books on basic sewing skills and advice for making money from my sewing. I gave myself self-study assignments to get better at reading patterns and I started making clothes for me and my best friend. I didn't even have quilting on my radar.Grandma pretty much always had quilts she was working on, but they didn't interest me the way clothes did. That all changed in 2004.
In 2004, Grandma suddenly got very sick and because she had had an earlier bout with lymphoma, I knew her drastic change in behavior and lack of control over bodily functions were signs of the end. I immediately booked a ticket to fly across the country and be with her and my family. In the week or so I got to be with her, I remembered all the things she taught me and all the things I would never get to learn from her. I asked her to sit down and describe to me how she made pickles, how she cared for her flowers, and how she quilted. By this point, she was not able to give me coherent directions, but she seemed to enjoy talking about the things she loved to do. This was one of the hardest weeks of my life, but it was also one of the most beautiful experiences we had together. I still wasn't really thinking about quilting though.
My process continues to be one of imagining, playing, and hoping something beautiful will come out. It doesn't always work. I have a box full of abandoned prototypes. Each day I learn something new about quilting is a day that I learn I've been doing it the "wrong" way for years. I don't care.
If you've ever seen me bowl, you know that this is a general philosophy for me. Do it however works for you. Don't worry about anyone else. Creativity is within each of us.
I still miss Grandma. All of the time. Sewing makes me feel closer to her. Often after a long day of sewing, I dream of our old house or the trees we climbed in the backyard. A few times she has even come to me in my dreams. When I'm quilting, I like to think that she's there with me, cussing out the sewing machine and admiring perfectly matching corners, however rare they might be.
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