First, Nana May—named in yesterday's post—was my great grandmother, my father's father's mother. She was born around the time of the Civil War. Here is one of her quilts, a quilt which helped keep me warm last night as I slept. No idea when she might have made it.
Don'tcha wonder who designed the polka dot fabrics? Don'tcha wonder who wore those polka dots?
|one of Nana May's quilts|
as photographed in 2016
I wanted to know something I didn't know and I wasn't sure how to get to know it. I intuited it wasn't as simple as taking painting lessons. And the fear I felt told me it wasn't all about painting. (p. 124)
Third, I want to express my gratitude to all who purchase my paintings, treat me to supplies, follow my blog, and/or comment here. You provide encouragement, support, enthusiasm, thoughtful provocative questions, feedback, insights, critiques, challenges, and camaraderie—every bit of it nourishment to me.
*¡happy new year!*