What I haven't said is that I finished this quilt, sometime over a week ago.
I'm really pleased with this, and feel that I have reached a certain level that I was aiming at. Unfortunately, reaching that level then sent me into a tail-spin. Now what? was all I could think.
I wont go into all the self-abusing thoughts that then ensued, because that isn't helpful. But I kept going back to Tete-a-Tete, and thinking about the experience of making that quilt. It was tedious, in that I actually made pattern pieces for almost every piece of fabric used in the quilt. But there was something zen-like in doing it that way; it brought me, mentally, to a different place. I was in the moment, not trying to hurry up and finish. I was taking my time, and enjoying it, so that in that sense, it wasn't tedious at all. I realized I was enjoying the precision of the process.
Precision was a word I grabbed onto. What connotations does the word have for me? It was then that I discovered a new direction for my quilts, and made this sketch:
Now, this sketch is small - under 12 inches square. And it came from an earlier sketch that included many more fiddly bits. I cleaned up that sketch to create this composition, which has just the right amount of fiddly bits to suit me. I was particularly fascinated with the idea of machine parts and tools going into the composition of a quilt. It seems like boy things going into a girly craft. Just seems, I said. Don't get all weird about that comment. So, here it is all made up: