September 16, 2018
This overhead view of a farmer’s market reminds me of a Colcha (quilt) of many flavors if you will. Mi Abuelito, Higinio taught me how to quilt, and Mi Abuelito’s quilts were crazy quilts! And I say this with the utmost of love and respect. It is comprised of bits and pieces that seem discordant, like the crazy quilts that have been one of our great folk-art forms, velvet and calico and stripes, brocades and beads adorn it. Piles of fabric, many little squares form a tapestry filled with rich colors and bright hues that tell a story, describe a life, a tale or communicate an idea, message or theme. You are a map of of many pieces of cloth and sometimes worked by many hands. Sewn together stitch by stitch by hand or by machine. You offer my body and soul warmth.The textures, shapes and colors remind me of assembling a jig-saw puzzle. And, my colchas like many improbable ideas, when they actually work, are a welcomed relief of wonder.
Thank you Father
Abrazos y Besos
