Thursday, September 1, 2011
One of my strongest childhood memories is of my mother taking me and my brother to the library. We did it at least once a week and I loved to sort through the books and choose some to take home. I was less than five in these memories. I always chose books with beautiful illustrations - they mattered to me far more than the storyline! - and my favourites were the most richly coloured. This was the late sixties and there was a fashionable style of illustrating then that now seems to me to have been strongly influenced by linocuts and woodcuts (in fact, many of the books were illustrated with prints). It was the simple shapes and intense colour that I loved and the orange that Terry assigned for us immediately reminded me of those books.
My quilt is what I remember of the picture books from when I was four. I have no idea why but, as I made the quilt, this image declared itself to me to be Central Park (where I have yet to go). Maybe I have hiding, somewhere deep in my memories, a picture of Central Park from one of those books. Good heavens, it may be subconscious plagiarism! I hope not!
ps: Terry, while the trees look kind of red-orange in the photo, I swear the oranges are the correct colour! ;P