Maria is finishing up her newest quilt, I saw it this morning and was surprised and enchanted by it, different symbols, feelings, rich colors and shapes. I think she is just about done, and will name it and put it up for sale this afternoon (I get to scoop her, which I love, and it drives her crazy). I think of these quilts as a free-form kind of art, bounded only by the imagination of the quilter, and by the diversity of the discarded materials, all of them once part of someone’s lives.

An organic kind of art. She’ll put it up later, I suspect (she does not ever tell me, she can be strange and secretive) on her website.