About ten days ago I finished the first of what I hope will be a series of mixed-media-but-mostly-upcycled-textiles, Kiss Like A Backroad. Her foundation was built on remains of cutter quilts. Truly, earnestly, I dislike that label, "cutter quilt." It hardly honors the hands that made them, the years that aged them and the stories they'd surely tell if they could.
As you may guess, cutter quilts are what ever is salvageable of very old quilts. They make me think of shelter dogs, rescues of the textile world in need of some TLC and direction to become something lovely again. Sometimes, it's just a corner or part of a block, other times, it might be almost an entire quilt that lost its binding.
Kiss Like A Backroad started with the remains of a log cabin, corner remains of an 8-point star, and the blue and white sashings of an old maid's puzzle quilt. See those gorgeously rusty geese? They are salvaged from the inner workings of a piano my Mister brought home from one of his "I wonder where this dirt road goes . . ." excursions. They didn't make it into the final piece but they'll find a place in some future project.
Some stretches of North Carolina Road maps--I40 and the Outer Banks' NC Hwy 12--found their places alongside a suggestion of a tree line and a few very literal dogwood flowers. Okay, so it's an I Love North Carolina piece, isn't it?
My very literal dogwood flowers, those amazing Canadian geese and remains of a stretch of old tape measure at 65'2" because we never know--and it really doesn't matter--how deep, how far, how near.
And bound with a traditional binding in a vintage floral calico, mounted on stretched canvas. She's also got hanging pockets on the backing if at some point she's hung without the canvas. 12x12x1.5.
Here's a peek inside one of my cutter quilt bins: