Art and my interpretation...

Art is like a foreign language to me, I enjoy the way it sounds and I can occasionally understand it! Evabeth drew this picture for her Daddy on Father's Day. I just loved it and its been hanging on the wall for a couple weeks... got me to thinkin'.... yep, dangerous.

So Kelli and I headed out to the quilting room this morning before she had to catch her plane and I started pulling colors. The blue and several of the circles are my own hand dyed fabrics and the rest is batik. Then I started slicing and dicing and I got Kelli to man the iron as I sewed- how fun is that? and in about an hour we had our foundation. I finished up the applique while watching a movie, this evening. ("The Bonneville" was a good one.) I still need to quilt it, but you can see how it's gonna be. I didn't make it too exact- we'll say it was "open to interpretation." The "translation" of this little piece was a blast and it was time spent with a friend. She boosted my ego by ohhing and ahhing over each step- what a friend! It was just a great time!