It was interesting working on this theme, overwhelming at
times. Initially I had a great idea, it’s why I picked the theme but somehow,
the idea disappeared and a new one had to be found.
I remember a poem
written by a San man, one of the wandering people from the deserts of Southern
Africa, he wrote about The People leaving their footprints in the sand and the
wind blowing them away. We are only remembered for as long as the marks we make
last.
"And our footprints, which the wind intends to blow away, would otherwise still lie plainly visible." Dia!kwain, San People
The San people only “own” what they can carry from place to place. There are so many things in my boxes that I can make marks with, most items made by other people. I wanted some way to create marks that came completely from my hands and mind. Marks that were personal to me. To that end I used cheap erasers, lino carving tools, a piece of sponge, thickened procion dyes and a piece of white cloth. Strangely embellishment did not work on the quilt, so it is simple, only the images defined by the lines of stitching.
These are my marks, they are imperfect, the grid is imperfect,
but they exist.
