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Helen Kelley | loose threads





    Imagine
    That!



I've just come home from the dentist. I must admit that going there has never been my favorite thing to do. My dentist is caring, gentle, and skilled, but when he reclines the dental chair, I lie back and clutch the arms, my knuckles white. No matter how carefully he works, I can hear the scrunching and whirring going on inside my mouth, and it makes me tense.

This afternoon as I lay back in that chair with the dentist leaning over me, I looked up beyond his head, and there on the ceiling was tacked a picture of Dr. Albert Schweitzer. My jaw was filled with equipment, but my eyes were free to study that drawing. It was a black-and-white sketch, and the longer I looked at it, the more I discovered.

Curiously, the picture was composed of all kinds of images of animals. I tried to identify them, one at a time. It was something of a challenge since my glasses are focused at quilt-frame distance. Dr. Schweitzer was somewhat fuzzy from where I was, but I discovered that the part in his hair was cleverly delineated by the tail of a skunk. There were birds of all sorts and animals with their feathers and bodies defining his features.

"There! All done!" said my dentist.

I stood up to get a closer look at the images. The artist had done an amazing job in arranging all those disparate parts into a human being. The way the animals were fit together, they could have been a quilt. The picture was drawn exactly the way we piece a quilt such as a watercolor or a postage stamp or a mosaic quilt, all of the separate parts blending in and losing their individuality. Together they became a single picture.

I am haunted. I am besot with the idea of making a quilt with the details composed of bits and pieces with separate identities stitched together to create a wonderful composite.

Helen Kelley is a quiltmaker, lecturer, author, and teacher from Minneapolis, Minnesota. You can visit Helen on the Internet at her website www.helenkelley- patchworks.com or email Helen at this address: helen@helenkelley- patchworks.com.

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My quilt could be a landscape or a portrait. It would be the sort of creation that grows and develops and transforms.

If I were to make this quilt, I would need to collect fabric–great, wonderful piles of it. I would need pictures of identifiable creatures to convert to my project. I would need fabric with animals drawn with simple lines, like those on monochromatic toiles or the sketchy flowers on drapery material. I have a vision of wonderful trips to fabric shops to hunt and probe through hundreds of bolts. I could visit warehouse stores and dig through uneven stacks of "flat folds."' Ideas are swimming through my head. Will this quilt be appliqued or pieced? What? How? When?

When I go to bed tonight, I know that I will toss. My mind will play games, and it will not let me rest.

That picture on the ceiling of the dentist's office was better for me than any novocaine or sweet piped-in music or high-tech equipment. I was so beguiled with the possibilities and the challenges of such a new and wonderful quilt that I lost track of who and where I was. I was transported. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have supposed that I can hardly wait for my next trip to the dentist.

©HK 2005