Holey Moley!

I was thinking about holes since one had appeared in my unfolding cloth story and rather unexpectedly, a hole developed in the middle of this glass as the contents were being stirred - you can see the water pouring from it.

And here's a light hole...

And an air hole... I suppose all holes are air holes, or space developing in form. And at a minute level, all form is filled with space, so holes are everywhere whether I see them or not.

And here's the hole the chicken has gotten started.

A Hole in My Story

I went to the Nanaimo Guild's Quilt Show yesterday and really enjoyed the variety and innovation there - not to mention that delicious tomato soup! On the stage at intervals they had a quilt turning where a speaker told the story of the quilt and its maker- some quilts were quite old and had been passed down through generations, while others were relatively recent. I like to notice what draws my attention as a clue to ideas I might like to try or as an indication of what is coming next into my creating, and I was delighted with this worn historical crazy quilt - all those loose fibres, the handstitch and the hole... Raw edges and handstitch have been fascinating me for some time now, but holes? Well it so happens that my developing cloth story contains a tunnel that is about to be dug and the head of the chicken who will start digging the hole is from 40's fabric I found at a garage sale, already pieced. Doesn't it look like eyes and a beak? Coupled with some feather fabric I printed, this new character was ready to perform. Also at yesterday's show I picked up a package of indigo squares at half price and when I went to make a next story block of the chicken's foot, in spite of having a fabric that looked like clods of earth flying upward, the indigo kept insisting to be used and I finally let the blue dust devils loose.