I’m feeling quilty lately. I’m sure it’s a reaction from working on a super difficult white silk dress. Everything in me is screaming for colorful fabric that is easy to sew. Just for a little while. I went a little cotton crazy in the fabric store earlier. What can I say? There was a sale. (Hi, my name is Sarah, and I’m a fabric addict.) Naturally, my brain has been chewing on the design of the quilt I’m going to work on next and whether I want to do appliqués or just a patchwork. That’s when the memory surfaced.
It was my sophomore year in art class. I breezed through that class, mostly because my teacher had already taught my three brothers and knew there was serious talent in the family. The fact that if you wore a short skirt, you got an automatic A didn’t help me much. I detested skirts then. Since I proved right off the bat I could sketch up to and beyond his passing standards, I pretty much did what I wanted and tutored other students in the class. There was one week where we were given assignments for specific items which were then displayed on the back wall. The reason for that was clear when the school was inspected. I distinctly remember two of them. One was to draw a superhero, and the other was for a geometric pattern. For the first one, I chose Goliath from Gargoyles. Not your typical hero, eh? The second assignment was pure luck.
I started out with the basic form of cubes upon cubes. When I started pulling color into it, I began with the corners and did things in a circular progression. It was about halfway in when I ran out of pink. No one else in the class had a pink marker. How can you not have a pink marker? We were pressed for time, and so I just pinned it to the board and was done with it. It wasn’t until I stood back and looked at it that I realized stopping where I did had created a cube of cubes. It’s hard to explain, but it made a beautiful pattern that I never intended. Was my brain doing it subconsciously or was it truly sheer luck? I’ll never know.
This makes me wonder how many of my mistakes have made the best results and how many could have. It also makes me want to do a cube pattern for my quilt.
We all know I’m going to wimp out and do something super simple, yes?
It was my sophomore year in art class. I breezed through that class, mostly because my teacher had already taught my three brothers and knew there was serious talent in the family. The fact that if you wore a short skirt, you got an automatic A didn’t help me much. I detested skirts then. Since I proved right off the bat I could sketch up to and beyond his passing standards, I pretty much did what I wanted and tutored other students in the class. There was one week where we were given assignments for specific items which were then displayed on the back wall. The reason for that was clear when the school was inspected. I distinctly remember two of them. One was to draw a superhero, and the other was for a geometric pattern. For the first one, I chose Goliath from Gargoyles. Not your typical hero, eh? The second assignment was pure luck.
I started out with the basic form of cubes upon cubes. When I started pulling color into it, I began with the corners and did things in a circular progression. It was about halfway in when I ran out of pink. No one else in the class had a pink marker. How can you not have a pink marker? We were pressed for time, and so I just pinned it to the board and was done with it. It wasn’t until I stood back and looked at it that I realized stopping where I did had created a cube of cubes. It’s hard to explain, but it made a beautiful pattern that I never intended. Was my brain doing it subconsciously or was it truly sheer luck? I’ll never know.
This makes me wonder how many of my mistakes have made the best results and how many could have. It also makes me want to do a cube pattern for my quilt.
We all know I’m going to wimp out and do something super simple, yes?
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