the past seven years.

As I bundled up this fabric I did some real pondering. It's an interesting thing to tie up the time with a piece of string. This stack of fabric literally colors almost a decade of my life. It speaks to times of heartache and late nights and long plane rides. It talks about a battle I have with myself about my work. It represents the Nintendo loving  naive  rose colored glass inquisitive-pilgrim colorist that I have always been and continue to become. I could tell you where I was and what I was listening to for every piece. Who I sent it to to get feedback. Who I was in love with when I made it, or who I was trying to get a laugh out of by telling visual jokes. I can't count or tell you the hours I've spent wondering if anyone would ever get or care about the subtext that I worked into every inch of it; hoping that the deeper meaning would some how add some sort of intrinsic value to quilting cotton. 

thank you for loving it, and loving me in the process.