Monday, June 10, 2013

my first art quilt: The secret heart of my niece

OK, it's time to start posting about my projects.  The most recently finished was one for my niece.  She's a recent immigrant from Thailand.  And at age 16, having been taken from her friends and brought to this country where she's not so comfortable with the language, she's not too happy.  She's homesick, and she wants her freedom. 

She is also an artist, which at age 16, means to her that she feels deep, artistic thoughts.  She feels very dark, and feels like she has to keep her feelings inside.  She goes to school and smiles, but there are things she's not too happy about.  Sometimes, she just wants to hide, or have everything go back to the way it was.  But it can't be, so she just feels... sad.

And she's also got everything else about being a mid-year teen going on.  So it's tough. 

I wanted to do something for her to help her understand how to open herself up to this experience, how it could end up being a great thing for her if she lets it be... so I thought of this quilt I once saw... it was an artistic quilt, where flaps had been sliced into the quilt so that it flapped outside of the frame.  It was pretty cool, and it would work for what I wanted.

I asked her for her favorite colors... the answer:  Grey, blue, orange... those colors work REALLY well for what I wanted to do. 

I asked my brother to please spell some words for me in Thai characters:  Niece, Pretty, Smart, Artistic, and Loving.  He sent them to me in a word document, so I was able to enlarge them to see them pretty well.

I essentially made 6 quilts.  Five of them have progressively smaller windows/flaps.  The top quilt, when all the windows are closed, is dark gray.  The bottom quilt, when all the windows are open, is bright orange.  In the middle, are various shades of blue.  darker as they get closer to the orange, so it would pop out. 

The orange window opened to a heart quilted into the fabric.  I followed the line around and allowed it to get progressively less heart-like, until by the time it hit the uppermost quilt, it was just an oval over the top of it. 

Each window... when closed, at the bottom of the window, has a word... the top quilt's word is "niece".  The more important words come as you start opening up the layers.  You can barely read it, because it's my nieces "SECRET" heart, not her OPEN heart, you know?  It's our secret, that we know it's there (shhhh, only those who are in the know, know).  On the inside of the window, only legible when you open it up, is the quilted word, the English translation of the Thai word on the outside of that same window.  These are printed at the bottom of the window so that when all the flaps are open, you can see all of the English words, one on top of the other.  And when you finally open all of the windows for my niece, you see her beautiful, bright heart.

It's made to hang, and it's made to generally keep the windows open all the time...

Two days before I was scheduled to drive to see her and I was going to bring this to her, she was frustrated about something and posted on her facebook page, "I never SAID I was PERFECT!!!"  Perfect, 16 year old frustration, right?  Well, this was perfect for me, because this little quilt was my first on this style, and it's WAY not perfect.  The words were tough to write, my first attempt at that, and the laywers were each made with a single piece of cloth as the topper... with the window made as a buttonhole stitch through that quilt, and then opened up just the way a buttonhole would open.  I didn't want to bind those edges, I wanted them to fall easily rather than stiffly, and I did not want a contrast in the closed window.  I wanted the most minimal line to indicate it opening, and a buttonhole stitch seemed the best way.  But buttonholes have little threads that you don't see when it's on the button.  the edging doesn't necessarily make a clean cut.  And my measurements were WAY from perfect... I made some adjustments to the size of the windows as I went along, so that the lowest window, the heart, would be big enough.  And adjusting the holes as I went meant the slivers of fabric you'd see of each later (other than the window) would be not as uniform as they could have been.  This whole quilt is a little wonky. 

It's not perfect.  But, as I answered to my niece on the night that she posted that frustrated cry... "sometimes the most beautiful things are not perfect.  it's the imperfections that make them beautiful."

Thank God for that, right?
 

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