Quilted consciousness, an ancient heirloom. A smell, a memory, a taste. A story, recycled. Terroir-place,ingredients,sounds, senses, flavors, of memory, of people, of place, of words. She will find the poetry of her threads.  Here is the exploration of her feminine myth, the gathering of the pieces and the threading of her stories. For the course of one month, she will be guided to the folklore of her fabrics, to the tradition of her threads, to the ancestry of her passions, hand sewing a quilt along the way. She will be practicing how to be in direct perception with the wild nature in her. She will piece her story, and lay in it to dream.

ABCs and 123s – weekly log and field notes

• WEEK 8 LOG March 9, 2013 Kauai, everything is my field study here!
• Q-week 7 log February 27, 2013 Monday- 3 hours reading/seminar pass Cacao tour/writing/kauai
• Q~Week 6 Log of my time February 15, 2013 Monday February 11th- Reading : Stanislas Dehaene/Marjorie Perloff- 3 hours Tuesday Febuary 12th– Quilting for 4 hours, Study Abroad research, 1 hour the poetics of colorful fabric study for 30 minutes Wednesday February 13th– Kallari Chocolate ...
• Q- week 5 log February 5, 2013 Monday Febuary 4th: 1 hour quilting 2 hours reading The Secret Teachings of Plants 2 hours reading Dehaene/Perloff 45 min seminar paper Tuesday February 5th: 5 hours field research in “the domestic arts” cleaning Jan’s ...

Bachelardian Reverie

• Q- Because I am alone reverie week 8 March 7, 2013 “Child too nostalgic and feeling sad …………………………………………….. Child who never played, child to good Child whose soul was too caught up in the North Ah! that noble, that pure child one was And whom one ...
• Q- Nana i ke kumu “look to the source” Reverie. week 7 February 23, 2013 “Solitude,my mother,tell me my life again” – O.V. de Milosz Plumeria. My quilt is not made of real fabric, no. My quilt is made out of so much more than that. My quilt is ...
• Q- Beehive/Dream/Reverie/Prairie #2 February 18, 2013 “Reverie-and not the dream-retains mastery over its splittings” (Bachelard p79) I am trying to make a quilt, a beautiful cohesive quilt, that represents all of these aspects of my self but I don’t ...
• Q- Anima/mus/out/in #1 February 11, 2013   ” A  word moves about in the shadows and swells in the draperies.”-(Bachelard, p49)   I am sitting and sewing, in and out, in and out. I am sitting and sewing between substance and ...

Poetry

• Q- 99% practice 1% theory… I should have just made the damn quilt.   Young.   Pele, yells at me, for taking the easy road. I am an escape artist. A royal escape artist, with so much fear around commitment. I ...
• Q- Simply, where I am I smell the plumeria and the papaya, wafting in through the dusty screens from the hot window square. Those little holes that syphen in the air from the outside world. All is ...
• Q- the heart is a pulsing organ,fertile,needle:sperm,fabric:egg Transcribed from a typewriter: Today marks a moment where I finally felt the blood pulsing through my veins all the way from my brain center of my pulsing organ, that is my ...
• Q~A Grandmother I am looking for this distant land where  a grandmother can hold my hand, and put my hands in the mud, and plant the seeds,and hold the dirt.
• Q~FABRIC (innat ure) As the needle penetrates the fabric, as the pen inks the page, as the warp kisses the weft, The worlds meet as one. me got lots of stories, lots of patterns, ...
• Q~Cozy     Of all of the fabrics that make up the melting pot, layeth the Quilt, strung up strewn, together, in threads of plenty. The Quilt renders a moment cozy, or a moment cottony smooth ...

Poetry Observed

Term Paper Abstract

In finding the use my hands through delicate empiricism:

I am a Maiden, in a time of question, looking for my native home. I believe it that all of my passion is intimately tied to a feminine displacement, much greater than my own. How a woman uses her hands, is how she is defined. I am yearning to find my hands, my village and my home.  How do I walk in right relationship with my heart, a heart that is in my body alone? How will my heart guide me to what I already know?