So the thing is...
Every year, some time after Thanksgiving, Good ol' Granny would settle into her cabin in the woods and pull out her sewing supplies. Weeks she would spend in her rocking chair, slowly stitching away with needle and thread. It was never fully understood how stitching away on her scraps of fabric affected her,,but many unusual expressions were witnessed by family members during the winter season.
While working her art, Granny was scene at times laughing, crying, content at times, a bit confused at times...even spotted a few times in an ecstatic state with her sewing supplies off to the side and up out of her chair with hands in the air and a grin from ear to ear....
Why,,ol' Uncle John even swears he witnessed a question mark float off of the top of her head and gradually disappear into the ethers up around the ceiling. The line between sanity and madness seemed a bit obscured at times with Granny,,but it didn't seem to matter because her sewing project would keep her grounded and focused throughout the winter season...
After spending the year gathering scraps of old cloth, worn out clothing, and special pieces of fabric from her monthly trips into town,,Granny always appeared to be giddy with anticipation to create her winter art piece...
Come Imbolc, in early February, half way between winter solstice and spring equinox, Granny would pull together the family for what was clearly her favorite celebration of the year...the birth of spring.
Each year after an abundant and noirishing meal together the entire family would slip into an evening of laughter, libations, play, and music. With ol' Uncle John ripping away on his fiddle.,,the time would finally come for Granny to offer her winter creation.
Out of the back room she would come,,beaming, with the brightest of smiles...
With all the family focused on her in awe and appreciation she would unfold and present the most beautiful quilt that eyes have ever seen...full of color, integrity and beauty....Tears of joy would be shed by all who were present, including Granny herself as the quilt was passed around and admired by all...
That quilt...was this show...full of soul, color, time and timelessness, sadness, joy, beauty and meaning...
2/11/19 DSO,Eugene, Oregon,,,
Thank you kindly...