Maria’s newest quilt is called the “Chick Quilt” after all the chicks in the fabric. She calls the women in the center a “Vermeer” women, she reminds her of the women the famous artist painted.
The quilt has a particular feeling about it, I have no words for the well of creativity that dwells deep inside of Maria. It just always seems richer and deeper to me, it is just a part of her, but then, I am not unbiased.
I believe the quilt is already sold. More photos and details here.
Jon, I have been a faithful reader of yours ever since Running to the Mountain was published. You are entitled to your political opinions just as You are entitled to yours and I admire and applaud your spiritual search. I have enjoyed you journaling of your life at Bedlam Farm. However, I open your blog every day with some trepidation wondering if I am going to find another rant about our president. I happen to be a supporter of his. I am a retired teacher who put up with immigrants in this mostly farming community who work the system for all it is worth, who refuse to learn the language of their host country, and who drive the biggest trucks around while on welfare. I have compassion fatigue I guess.
Lou Ann, I don’t consider your message a “rant” please do not insult me under the guise of communicating. If you find my writing offensive or painful, then there is a simple solution: don’t read it. We live in America, and we are entitled to our different opinions. I find your description of immigrants disgusting and offensive. Take it somewhere else. I live in farm country, there are immigrants all around, legal and illegal. I know of noone here who would describe them in so ignorant a way. Do us both a favor and go on over to a white nationalist website, you won’t have any trepidation there. I don’t want you here.
I’ve lived in Florida for decades so I know a thing or two about immigrants. Just last month I had 7 immigrants up on my barrel tile roof, installing a new roof. These particular immigrants worked 13 hour days in 95+ degree heat. One wrong step on the roof could have been the death of any of them. At the same time, a crew of “landscaping” immigrants cut my grass, trimmed my palms. weeded, and blew my driveway of leaves. Simply put: Immigrants are happy and willing to do work that no American wants to do. And, they do it without the perks of PTO, health insurance, and 401Ks. They drive to work in “clunker” trucks and they sit clustered in the back of the pick-up without the benefit of seat belts. Their English is as good as my Russian would be if I moved to Moscow.
People in this country who resent immigrants need to get off their high horse and acknowledge that we are all human beings irregardless of where we were born. My great grandparents were from France; what does that make me? I can’t help but wonder if Lou Ann would approve of me. Do I contribute to her ‘compassion fatigue’?
I have a sign in my office that says, “We may have arrived on different ships, but we’re all in the same boat now.” And, I’ll add: We’re all human beings and we all deserve to be treated as such.