Archive for the ‘Opinion’ Category

Gee’s Bend Kits Sold by Keepsake Quilting

Monday, February 1st, 2010

First of all, this is not an advertisement, and I don’t mean to be a pain in the wazoo. Philosophically, I am just pondering why there are now kits so that people can make quilts to look like the quilts of Gee’s Bend. Historically, the quilts were made for warmth. The quilters there were not “celebrated” or even “noticed.” Poor people don’t get much notice. Instead, and before Matt Arnett came along to “discover them,” the quilters in that dirt poor part of Alabama were just “poor.”

Now that their quilts have attained “status” by being shown around the country and a big deal made about them, people want to emulate them? Why?

I realize that companies drive the quilt industry and dictate what they want people to buy. But this? It is just too much. Why not support the quilters of Gee’s Bend by buying a quilt made there? Do they make quilts for sale? Or has their fame made their quilts so high in price, as art treasures, that no one can afford them? Isn’t there a quilt cooperative in place in the town?

Lest the reader misunderstand me, I like the raw folk art look, the untutored sense of the original quilts of Gee’s Bend. I own the books that tell about them and the quilters there. To me, it almost seems like taking something away from the quilters to make kits of their works, sort of like trying to copy a Caryl Bryer Fallert designer quilt, exactly, down to the last thread, not that anyone could because her quilts are so unique.

Maybe I think too much but this situation of kits for African-American “treasures” seems over the top. I’m sorry. I just don’t “get it.” But then again, I guess I don’t have to understand. I do comprehend the aspect of money involved, and that may be the only thing that is being considered by those who made this decision to offer kits.

I’m having a hard time formulating why I reject this idea. I guess the bottomline is that I am getting tired of spin-offs, phoneys, and/or poor imitations. I’ll leave it at that.

Opinion? Write to me -
pat@quiltersmuse.com or leave a comment. I’d be interested to know what anyone else thinks.

By the way, the color combinations and designs of the kits look lovely!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Points of Reference for the “Me” Generation

Monday, November 9th, 2009

Like it or not, the “hippies” of the “me” generation are aging. With our middle-aged looks and our graying hair, we have a certain common cultural literacy that is lost on people who are younger. Case in point, the other day, I mentioned the “Black pill” to a doctor who is very new to the profession. She is too young to know about “Mash” or to have made the connection. She said, “I could give you a red pill or a yellow one, but I don’t have any black ones.” She said it with such a straight face, I know that the reference was lost on her. Now, most anyone who ever watched the television show, “Mash,” would know that one of the characters was constantly wanting to give up and commit suicide, so he would say, “Doc, just give me the Black pill!” Everyone laughed. It was comic relief. We all understood what was meant. Like me, he was joking!

Another point of reference for the 1960s is Bob Dylan and his lyrics. The song, “The Times They Are A Changin’ ” and the song, “With God On Our Side” remain two of my favorite songs from the decade. Dylan has been called, “The Voice of a Generation,” a title he does not accept. In his mind, he just sang songs. He was not a spokesman for an entire generation, just himself. I can bet that he wrote music and sang because he had to, just like a quilter has to quilt, and a baker has to bake bread, and a writer … has to write! The artist in all of us will not be denied.

Dylan put into words what we “hippies” (or “straights”) could not. When I think today of all the obstructions to passing the current health care bill, Dylan’s words come to mind, – Get out of the way, if you can’t lend a hand – for the times, they are a’ changin’ -. When I think about our military involvements all over the world and our self-righteousness in meddling in state affairs of other nations, if our own interests are served, I think of the words “with God on our side.” Is He really? We are paying a price and that price is the loss of life, as is so painfully brought to our attention in the media, weekly.

Yes, the Vietnam War spawned its own group of social drop-outs, draft dodgers, and drug-popping individuals. We, that is, my generation, were young and innocent. Most of us had not yet made love. We were wet behind the ears! Many of us were students. I recall the midnight vigils at Thompson Hall at UNH, at which time students would stand before a crowd and take turns reading names from a long, long list of those young souls that had been killed in Vietnam, fighting for a war that none of us understood, no one wanted, and to this day, those who lived through the era, still do not fully fathom.

The point I would like you to take away is that built into the turmoil and the stress, young people were communicating within a vernacular of revived folk songs, and cultural understanding, even if that meant a reference to the “Black pill.” Language conveys understanding, but without common points of reference, we lose a chance to communicate.

One last thought: humor is severely-lacking today. We take ourselves far too seriously. This week, I hope that you will find something that makes you giggle, or chuckle, or slap your knee and emit a belly laugh from deep down inside. Certain situations in life require solemnity, but try to smile more. It’s contagious. Besides, this is your only chance. I’ve never seen a real skeleton grin.

Make it a great week!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Pat

The Movie Seen: “Capitalism: A Love Story”

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

Truthfully, I was not prepared for all of the documented information flung at the audience by Michael Moore’s new film: “Capitalism: A Love Story,” an ironic title, if I ever heard one.

If one listens to Moore, the only people who love capitalism are those capitalists (= opportunists?) who benefit from their evil acts of greed and their schemes. They are wolves (thieves) in sheep’s clothing.

I loved this documentary, even if I did fall asleep, twice. Ahem, the chairs in the new theater were so comfy and the room was so dark … add to that feeling tired … so, my dozing had nothing to do with the movie’s content.

The filmmaker chronicled various political decisions that have affected the “little guy.” He provided ample examples of the results of Detroit plants closing, people being evicted from their homes and being asked to burn and dispose of all their belongings while being reimbursed $1,000., and then, living in their vehicles.

The film covers a lot of ground and humorously ends with Moore running a yellow, crime scene tape around the Wall Street buildings of major business offenders who nearly affected a total collapse of the economy. Megaphone in hand, he calls to them to come out of the building and be arrested for the criminals they are … After all, “it’s not so bad in prison.”

We sat through the credits at the end of the film and were treated to one line zingers, attributed to famous people, and a song by the late Woody Guthrie that, in part, recounts that Jesus told the rich to give to the poor, and then was sent to the grave.

This is a powerful film, if it is to be believed. I did not read this work as leftist or rightist. I came away with the feeling that Michael Moore really cares deeply about what is happening to Americans, especially those who do not have a voice, but also those who are finding that solidarity against despots, who would cheat them out of their due wages, is necessary.

I hope you will see this movie and make up your own mind about it. This is a film that would be difficult not to react to, one way or the other. I hope that students will discuss the meaning of the words, “Capitalism,” “Democracy,” “Socialism,” and “Unions.” An understanding of those words, as well as the word, “Monopoly” are vital to our understanding of the changes that must happen in this country: namely, accountability in both private and public sectors.

Does a bank really have to foreclose on a house in America every 7 1/2 seconds? The film offers some powerful images and powerful fodder for discussion. This is not an “ordinary film.” See it!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Michael Moore Takes on Capitalism in His Latest Film

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

Fortune magazine online has published a most interesting article about Michael Moore’s latest film that is ironically called, “Capitalism: A Love Story.” The 55 year old film director reaches into his own lessons from the past, learned at the feet of the Catholic educational system. He seems to have concluded, in part, that Capitalism is “anti-Jesus.”

I hope you will read this article including explanations of the Ponzi schemes and select financial bailouts. Many people, I fear, have not been paying attention, which is not to say that the effects of what happened will not mean that they will be immune from paying with their own money. That appears to be how it is in this country. The rich stay rich and “understand” each other, and the poor struggle to even maintain the most meager of jobs.

In thinking about this topic today, I opened the Bible and turned to Matthew 25: 31-40.

Under subtitle of “The Son of Man Will Judge the Nations,” beginning with verse 31, Matthew quotes Jesus. On the Last Day, men will be separated like goats and sheep. The sheep will be welcomed into the Kingdom that was prepared for them from the “foundation of the world.”

The “Good Shepherd” will say to his “flock”: For when I was hungry, you gave me food. When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink. When I was in prison, you came to me. The righteous will answer, “When did we do this, Lord?” To that, He will reply, “Assuredly, I say this to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.”

The Good Shepherd

The image above, “El Buen Pastor” (“The Good Shepherd”) represents Christ and one of his flock. It is a painting by Bartolomé Esteban Murillo (1617-1682) whose work I studied at a university in Spain in the early 1970s.

In America today, we seem to be overlooking and casting aside the least of our Brethren. After killing off the majority of Native Americans, for the convenience of taking over their lands for our own expansion, we now pick on a new set of people to denigrate: the day laborers who are here to do hard work.

They reap no benefits other than a meager paycheck, for work that Americans themselves are unwilling to do. It seems to be a protective measure to all who are here, to afford them the same health care insurance available to any of us, lest we come down with some preventable pandemic brought in from another country.

What remains to be seriously considered and dealt with is the health and welfare of our migrant brothers and sisters, legal or “illegal.” (Does God make “illegal” people?)

These individuals pick our crops and serve in other dangerous and nasty work such as asbestos removal, jobs that hardly anyone would even consider. In the name of Capitalism (legally making a buck), some individuals have forgotten the compassion that is at the very root of Christianity, a major religion in this country.

The question on the table remains: “Is Democracy political or economic?” You will have to answer that for yourself, but I think you will enjoy Michael Moore’s fresh perspective on this topic. I would add another question, “Are the terms Capitalism and Democracy synonyms? If so, why, or why not?” Comments welcome.

Finally, a link to an American folk song by Woody Guthrie, “Pastures of Plenty,” as sung by me.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

The State of the Quilt Industry

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

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Sailing on Narragansett Bay, RI, photo by James Cummings. “We can’t change the course of the winds; we can only adjust the sails.”

This is an inside view of recent happenings in the quilt industry and its current state of affairs. Cranston Printworks in Webster, Massachusetts no longer prints fabrics. They were the last holdout for American printed fabrics, as far as I know.

Fabrics are being produced overseas, as are most printed books with color pages. Why? One reason is that the United States has environmental laws that control manufacturers’ pollutants. I am told that in China and other places, rivers run red with dye. Another reason is “cheap labor.”

Thinking that “more” is always better, companies who produce books churn them out by the dozens. Quilt book manufacturers cater to those quilters who still demand new patterns. The result is little or no inclusion of quilt history. These companies are basically all competing for the same market.

Long arm machines and machine quilters rule the day. Long arm, room size machines now sell for up to $50,000, with the average costing about $30,000. Bernina sewing machines sell for about $10,000. and are computerized.

“Fast” and “done” are the two operative words for machine work. Hand-piecers and hand-quilters are seen as dull and boring people, mainly because their craft/art is not making big bucks for the dealers, or teachers of long-arm techniques.

On the other hand, long arm quilting is a cottage industry. Done well, long arm quilting is as beautiful as any other quilting. The operative words are “done well.” Personally, I do not care for the overall, pantograph look that overlays piecework. That’s what we see, in show after show.

Recently, there was a huge take-over in the magazine industry with one money company buying out a number of magazine titles; one major one was in an 11th hour situation, facing bankruptcy.

Due to the economy, advertisers are not paying their bills to any of the magazines. This has resulted in some designers not being paid at all, or getting an “I owe you,” and others who work for magazines experiencing a long delay before being paid.

One by one, quilt shops all over the country are calling it quits altogether and closing their doors forever. They simply cannot juggle all the costs of staying in business as a store-front entity. Some former shop owners now sell their wares on the Internet, not an ideal situation, given rising postage costs.

Quilters have been hit by the recession and everyone who has anything to do with quilting, on a professional level, seems to be suffering. I did not go to Quilt Market, where business owners buy fabrics, etc. to stock their shelves. I heard that it was a dismal turnout a few months ago.

So, like a row of Dominoes, everything seems to be falling. The stash of quilting fabrics that quilters like to accumulate because we love fabric, is not helping the shops to stay in business. However, our stashes will keep us going with projects for a long time to come, and so will the hundreds of books, patterns, and other quilt-related items that most quilters acquire.

Those who don’t know better can dream that we are all still in a boom time in the quilting industry. Not so at all, from what I can determine. The energy is still there, and the interest, but right now, I fear for the lasting effects of this recession.

Patricia Cummings, nationally-certified master craftsman in quilting, and professional quilt historian and writer, lecturer, designer, and quilt judge
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Patricia Cummings and Emma

The Pot o’ Gold – Who is Hiding it?

Saturday, March 28th, 2009

Finding the pot o’ gold at the end of the rainbow is a childhood fantasy as well as a favorite image associated with Irishmen. The Irish would be the first to tell you that the pot o’ gold does not exist. During the potato famine, the starving Irish came to America, through the ports of Boston, and fanned out all over New England, seeking work and a better life than what they left behind, toiling by the sweat of their brow.

At the same time that they were working hard, they were also struggling for better working conditions in the mills and later, fighting with the French-Canadians immigrants who would work for any amount of pay, and under any conditions. The Irish were fighters, and Union organizers.

Of course, folk songs commemorate the work the Irish on the railroad. One verse of the tune “Fili-mi-or-e-or-e-ay” recalls an Irish wife, Biddie McGee, who died: “If she left one kid, she left eleven … to work upon the railway!” Yes, they had lots of kids. Being both Irish and Catholic … you know the rest! The rule was to work hard until you die.

Every night, I make it a point to stop what I am doing and watch the evening news. I am beginning to view the news as air pollution. I’d be happier in “my own little world” of research and writing, than observing the … what is it now? … a proposed 9 trillion dollars in debt, if the budget passes. My friend who is a mathematician tells me that to reach that figure, I would have to write 9 million, then add zeroes to reach 9 billion, then add more zeroes. The number is so staggering, it is beyond my comprehension.

What is more alarming, is that hard work does not seem to matter any more. A friend gave 36 years to a company, only to be given a pink slip and a year’s pay. So long, too bad, you lose. No retirement pay. We have used you, taken your best years, and now we will leave you financially strapped. Good-bye.

I have to say that it is great being my own boss. While I make only “pen” (pin) money, what I do make ends up going to museums and quilt-related organizations, quilt magazines and books, and sometimes, fabrics. I’d have to say that I enjoy working at home. By that statement, I do mean working. Research and writing is very time-consuming!

A long time ago, I stopped worrying about the future. I ask very little of life. I don’t travel or wear fancy clothes. We do without things that others feel they need, like a camp, a vacation, or a second car. However, I feel that I have my priorities right where I like them. I have TIME. TIME is LIFE itself! Money is not the be all, and end all, for me. I don’t need to be Mrs. Rich B…., or Mrs. Ratrace, in the cemetery.

Yet, we all dream of being a little more affluent. People continue to buy lottery tickets on the chance that they will “hit it big.” In all the years we have played, we only won a free ticket, once. However, one has to keep dreams alive and it is okay to hope.

The country’s situation reminds me of a smiling wife who hides or throws away all the bills and pretends that everything is fine. Suddenly, the husband realizes that the car is being repossessed, creditors are calling, and the house is being foreclosed. In other words, he is swamped, and he never saw it coming. I don’t understand how our country got into such a mess, seemingly overnight. Who was hiding the problem? Or, was everyone totally unaware that it existed? It’s like the Elephant in the Room!

The economy will either get better, or we will all drown, due to the greed of a few. In hard times, people who are self-sufficient always seem to get along better. That was true in the Great Depression. Most farmers didn’t notice it much because the hens were still laying, the corn was still growing, and the pig could still be butchered for bacon and ham. Today, we are a more co-dependent society, and what happens to one of our own, happens to us all.

I feel the pain of those without jobs, I sense the anguish of the newly-homeless who are in that position, not due to their own laziness, but by circumstances beyond their control. I worry about the senior citizens who have to choose between taking medicine or buying groceries. I think about young people whose parents can no longer pay for their higher education. To the people who caused this set of circumstances, I will say that I am also concerned about the unborn.

In the words of Bob Dylan, “For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed, you ain’t worth the blood that runs in your veins.”

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Concord, NH Library Now An Endangered Species

Thursday, March 26th, 2009

A recent article in the Concord Monitor makes it clear that officials have been discussing the possibility of doing away with the City Library. This past winter, it was a warm haven for the homeless of our community who could be seen snoozing comfortably in some of the chairs. In some instances, the library is a drop off point for parents who do not want to pay a babysitter.

In spite of these two problems, the library estimates foot traffic per month at about 19,500 people. Counting close to 20,000 library users per month tells me that Concord residents like to read and enjoy the resources at the library for research and for Internet use. Many folks are not in a position to own their own home computer.

I hate to say this, but we are raising a bunch of dummies. In one instance, a young person stood muttering to herself because the computer went down during a transaction in a store. She could not figure out that if the purchase was 98 cents, the customer would receive two cents back from a dollar bill. I am not exaggerating!

Therefore, it is refreshing to think of all of these people and their children who are seeking out learning and books. According to the law, the library and the recreation department are the only two discretionary spending areas in the budget. A $3.3 million dollar shortfall is expected, yet property taxes continue to be pretty hefty!

I have no answers because I am not in charge of policy, or government spending. All I have is a “voice.” With that, I want to speak up to say that the Concord Library means a lot to many people, including us. It is foolish talk to discuss getting rid of it. New England is the home of the “free library” idea.

The library seems like the least service that should be available. How do we balance the budget? How about cutting some of the “frew-frew” money spent on Education in our schools?

I can do more math in my head than a student can do, with or without a computer. I learned how to add and subtract with a piece of paper and a pencil, the old way. I am just not sure why we are settling for less quality in Education and spending more and more, all the time. That is my opinion, not that anyone asked. My (tongue in cheek) suggestion is that everyone take up quilting and learn math the practical way.

This situation totally reminds me of the book, 1984. It seems like “government speak” when people don’t really say what they mean. In my humble opinion, this whole discussion seems to be leading up to another case of stick it to the taxpayer with more fees. The verdict is NOT in, and neither is “Lucy” of Charlie Brown fame, with her “5 cents for psychiatric help” sign. A lot of readers will be needing a therapist, should the library be removed from our midst.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Quilter’s Home Magazine Not For “Little Old Lady” Type Quilters?

Saturday, March 21st, 2009

When the last issue of Quilter’s Home magazine was published, it was wrapped in a cellophane bag. Supposedly, the contents were just too “hot” for children to accidentally view, while their mothers were busily shopping at JoAnn Fabrics. In fact, that store decided not to carry that particular issue at all, although they have offered the magazine in the past, and conceivably may do so again in the future.

Not finding this title to buy, locally, when it first came out, we traveled from the central part of our state to its southern edge to a Barnes & Noble store. The check out person was intrigued when I pointed out the headline banner: “Shocking Quilts: We Show You The Controversial Patchwork!” He said that he would have to pick up a copy on his break.

THE IMAGES IN QUESTION

First, we saw a blue and white quilt by Mary Beth Bellah called “Helping Hand,” inspired by a Viagra commercial and including (but not prominently) a limited edition fabric that features male organs, a view so tiny that I missed it the first ten times I looked at this article, even with magnification. The thought is perversely amusing! In fact, not finding it, I thought that perhaps this “special feature” was quilted into the plain white fabric. No matter. The quilt was nicely done, but is one I simply would have walked past, in any show, as I do with any quilt that I need a written explanation to understand.

Next, we have a gun-toting Jesus in “Jesus Get Your Gun” by Shawn Quinlan. I did not recognize Him because the “halo” could just as well have served as the rim of a cowboy hat. The quilt itself is very well done, from a technical standpoint, as are all of the quilts and was inspired by the words of a bumper sticker. I took no offense. In fact, given what a PBS show had to say about the genetic background of Jesus, it is easier to imagine Him as having looked more like Yassir Arafat than the commonly-accepted notion of a blonde-haired, fair-skinned, European version of Jesus that shows up in most art renderings.

There are two quilts that provoke historical memory and many people would find them offensive for their stark reality. http://www.gwenmagee.com/portfolio.htm (link disabled today). One quilt, “Southern Heritage/Southern Shame” depicts bodies hanging in front of a Confederate flag. The other quilt, “God of Our Silent Tears I” is an image of men being executed in the electric chair. Both quilts were made by the same artist, Gwendolyn Magee.

I am recalling these images, one by one, so that you will understand my concluding remarks.

So, next, we have the well-developed (back side view) of a man in Randall Cook’s quilt, “I Remain.” The lone figure appears to be the lone survivor of a nuclear holocaust. The caption reads, in part, that the quilt is “sexually charged.” If viewing any naked body is a turn on, then that description may be accurate for some people, but would not apply to many readers. Certainly, I did not interpret the quilt in that manner.

The next quilt shown is my favorite: a baby’s wide-eyed emergence into the world from a birth canal. The quilt’s title is “Uncertainty.” I don’t perceive anything nasty or evil in Gayle McKay’s quilt. It depicts a true fact of life, and hey, aren’t we all grown-ups here?

The final quilt called “The L Word” by Diane Johns was my least favorite. I’d have to stop and analyze all the elements of it, color-wise and otherwise, to tell you why I did not like it. However, my main objection is the “ugly words” all over it, pejorative euphemisms for “homosexual.” I don’t like to hear or see those downgrading words. I prefer to think that we, as human beings, are all more alike than we are different; that we all have feelings; that we all bleed when we are cut. I am sure that this quilt made me consider the pain that same-sex partners must experience when tagged with the “q” word, or the “d” word, or the other “f” word, etc. However, I did not like those words, in my face, and they seemed to be the essence of the quilt. No doubt that was the intent.

Was I truly “offended” or “outraged” by any of these quilts? No. Could I agree with one reviewer, Jeff Vrabel, that they are all “filth?” No. Only if he would agree that the statue of David is porn, or that sacred paintings that depict Baby Jesus, in His entirety, are nasty. No, these quilts are not filth. They express different life experiences, history, and perceptions, period. The human body is, in and of itself, not disgusting or evil.

The purposeless “f” word, spoken or written by teenagers in public forums all over the Internet is more offensive to me, as are the constant references to “alternative lifestyles.” Those inferences get boring, after a time. Being “gay” is no longer a gay topic, especially when one thinks of all of the problems caused by same gender activities. I don’t need to delineate the potential health problems, some of them lethal, with which gays are victimized, nor the social stigma that their status can evoke.

Stereotype of “Little Old Lady” Quilters

Would I like to see more of this kind of art quilt in any quilt magazine or show? Not necessarily. Why not? Gee whiz, I must be one of those allegedly boring, “little old lady quilters.” You know the type: one who can stand and “ooh and aah” over beautiful quilts from the past because they are well-executed, have lovely colors, and warm the soul, and sometimes the body. You know, the quilts that do not need to disturb one’s sensibilities or make social statements?

I prefer to marvel at how many (hand) stitches per inch a quilter (of old) was able to make. I love to see scrap quilts because they tell me about the fabrics the quilter had available to her at that time, and I can often identify the age of the quilt by the colors of some of those scraps. I like traditional designs, but not exclusively. Many new quilt patterns today are lovely, but are often a spin-off of traditional designs. I mean, how many times can we reinvent the wheel? The answer is thousands of times, as witnessed by the countless variations of geometric quilt designs, alone, not to mention variable appliqué motifs.

I enjoy viewing the edge treatments of quilts and seeing how the approach to finishing the edges of quilts has changed, over time. I love the HISTORY of quilts. I like ALL quilts, just as I enjoy All art, but I enjoy some quilts, and some art, more than others. Get it? Like many people, I approach this current topic of “shocking quilts” in a quilt magazine with a bit of ambivalence.

In a sense, when we look at Mark’s magazine, we are seeing a new legacy. His was the first magazine to recognize “controversial” quilts, in print, and to bring them to a wider public forum. This must encourage the quilt artists involved and all quilt artists. It is important that they continue to express themselves and quilt their own “visions.” We do not live in a monolithic world. You may like to eat Oreo cookies, while my preference may be Ginger Snaps. That does not make you wrong, and me right.

I have always said that there is room for all, especially the creative people of the world. In my opinion, this magazine situation is not a black and white one. Many middle-aged women have told me that they like this issue! I do not think it is fair to categorize the readership of this magazine as for “young people” only. It may come as a great surprise to Mark that even very old people in nursing homes still kid around about sex, and/or show an interest, some actively! I could explain even further, but I will refrain!

This landmark issue of Quilter’s Home magazine presents art quilts that deal with tough subject matter. With all the stir and buzz about them, and the interviews and attention that Mark has gained from newspapers and talk show hosts, one wonders what the contents of the next issue will be. It is worth noting that good art work, rendered in whatever format, makes all of us think.

Good luck, Mark! Thanks for providing a forum to bring art quilts to the living rooms of all, even the “little old ladies.” The world is watching what you will do next.

Thanks to all the art quilters who share their talents and their work with the public through exhibitions and online. Without them, we would not be having this discussion. They have succeeded in making us all think, and that is a good thing!

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

That Was the Week that Was

Monday, February 9th, 2009

The title of this post originally belonged to a television show in the early 1960s. It was a comedic, if not satirical, look at the previous week’s events. This essay is a summary that is neither comedic nor satiricial, but just a look at the past week. I feel that my view of the quilt world has changed considerably. I was elated to see that the Massachusetts’ quilt documentation committee published its long awaited book. I have only just begun to savor the history and the quilts within its pages.

During the last few days, I have also seen quilts that insinuate sexuality, violence, politics, religion, and collective memory into the medium of quilting. I have to say that although my original preference was traditional quilts and quilting, I am interested in this relatively new use of quilts to express emotion. I am not interested in quilts for their intended “shock” value. When I look at an art quilt, I want to see something redeeming about it, and most especially, I don’t want to have to look at a title or an artist’s statement to explain what it “means.” To my way of thinking, a quilt should be able to stand on its own merit, technique-wise, and otherwise.

My eyes have been opened, in that I did not realize that so many quilts are being made to depict tragic events, like lynchings, nuclear holocausts, and executions. I applaud the quilters’ endurance to follow through and finish such quilts, mainly because I couldn’t and wouldn’t do the same. I wonder why we have to drag these images that are unpleasant into what most of us think is a happy pastime: quilting. Then, I stop and realize that quilters are not making these quilts. The makers are artists who are using fabric as their medium. It may sound like I am splitting hairs, but if you think about it, you will agree.

The good news is that no matter what type of quilts you make, there is room for everyone. Those who are interested in only the prurient will find an audience of like-minded people.

Personally, I believe that this coming week, I will make the time to continue hand-quilting a quilt I started ages ago. Even though it takes me forever, I still like to quilt by hand. I don’t know when I started this particular quilt. Composed of various blocks that I reproduced from antique quilts, or that I made especially to illustrate some of my articles in The Quilter magazine, I love the colors, a mix of blues, browns, and orange, and the mix of techniques. Maybe I am “an old lady quilter,” after all.

I am not shocked at the new focus on controversial quilts, but at the same time, I just ask myself, “Why are these being made?” One answer, and I am sure that there are many answers, is that collectively, as a free society, perhaps we need to remember the transgressions against humans, in the past, in the hope that they will not happen again.

After a week of considering such matters, I am ready to move on to other more pleasant topics. For example, I am looking forward to the Machine Quilter’s Expo in April. I am eagerly watching and waiting for the first “Glory of the Snow” flowers to appear, the first flowers every spring season. I am anticipating the Daffodils in our yard. They spread every year and are grand! I can’t wait until it’s time to store away the winter coats and boots and wear lighter clothing. Oh, yes, there is much to accomplish, and more roads to travel to see quilt shows and quilt friends. I have missed seeing flowers this winter and I long for summer.

Every day is a new beginning. I hope that you have a good week and seize each moment (that will never come again). Be happy! Make a quilt that will make you smile when you see it. Quilts can be food for thought, but also they can be enjoyed simply for aesthetic reasons, even for just the patterns that hand stitching can make. A stick in the mud, the kind of art quilts I’ve seen in the last week will have to continue to be made by other hands. Like any art, they will reap different emotions from each person who views them. I wish everyone well. If we all liked the same things, it would be a dull world.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications

Events: What Do We Really Know?

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

Only with the passage of time can we, as individuals, begin to know and to understand events that happen in our lifetime, sometimes, long after the perpetrators of those happenings are dead. Who knew the details of Vietnam, as it was happening? or Watergate? or the Cuban Missile Crisis? I am sure that I had no understanding. The only reality for me was the number of young men coming home in body bags or maimed, mentally or physically from Vietnam because those men were little older than I. The same is true of the current war situation. I understand the decisions made about entering Iraq and Afghanistan, only partially.

I was disturbed the other night by the going away speech of the current president. I believe him to be a good and sincere man. I also do not agree with his policies and am glad that someone else will have a stab at establishing priorities for this country. In his speech, he intimated that we must always be involved in wars, in other countries, in order to insure our own freedom. It is hard to know if that is what he truly meant, by his words, or if that was just my own interpretation of them. To me, the statement, if I took it correctly, means that we must continually have a war going on, somewhere, where we are sending our young men into harm’s way, so that the rich old men of this country, and others, can have their peaceful existence. There seems to be something morally wrong with that picture and ongoing expectation.

The financial situation is another ball of wax, with all these bailouts. How did this all develop? Didn’t anyone see the problem coming? If so, why didn’t the general public, Joe and Jane, know that their homes would suddenly drop in value, and that their life savings they’d invested, in what turned out to be bogus companies, were at risk? Why is it that the financial insiders can get away with murder, while the guy in the factory has no idea the ax is going to put to his job?

The Great American Dream has been to have two children: one boy, one girl; have two cars in the garage; live in Suburbia; and for both adult members of the family to have a career. Today, what we find are colleges that are diploma mills where any idiot can sit through classes that mommy and daddy are paying for, but not do the necessary work required, and then, when the person receives a poor grade, the student and parents both whine that the kid should have gotten an “A.” We are producing a society of a bunch of ninnies that skate by, with an attitude of “good enough,” but they are actually sub-par in all they do, even if and when those bought pieces of paper that say they are college graduates are attained. Colleges and universities are expensive, and student loan debt is through the roof. Credit card companies lure college kids into getting into debt early, and staying there for the next 40 years, paying minimum balances, while interest rates jump to astronomical highs. It is a fool’s game.

This country is a mess, and everyone is walking around, scratching their heads, and wondering why. Don’t pass the ball. Success or failure begins and ends with every citizen of this country, and attitudes of “entitlement” are getting us nowhere. My wish is that America would step up to the plate and demand better leadership from those we elect. Politics will always be politics and unfortunately, politics usually entail a little bit of crookedness. It goes with the territory. Just look at the recent incident in Illinois and you need look no further. There is a lot of malfeasance in office, from soliciting page boys for secret pleasures, to trying to fix elections, and more, and all of it is sickening with a capital “S.”

I long for a time when I felt more secure, living in this great country: this melting pot of ethnicity. Crime is rampant. A relative of mine went for a walk and was gone for twenty minutes this week, and came home to a burglarized home and a stolen purse. “Gangs” have moved into their neighborhood.

With great anticipation, I am looking forward to the leadership of Barack Obama. He has a lot of obstacles to face, but I don’t think that his race is one of them. His vision for a better America has already transcended that issue. Next week, when he takes office, it will be a milestone with many facets, not the least of which is the feeling in the air that circumstances will improve, and that the ordinary American will be able to overcome financial reversals. I just hope that young people sit up and take notice and realize that President-Elect Obama and his wife have risen to the highest pinnacle of success, as leaders in the White House, because they are decent people who paid attention and who were great students. When I look at the example they set, I am proud to be an American.

Patricia Cummings
Quilter’s Muse Publications and Virtual Museum