There is something about a chair that reminds me of a person. There is something about a chair that is so inviting. I remember people I love sitting in chairs and so I have had a love affair with chairs most of my life. We had an exercise in our Art Quilt Group on contour drawing which requires that one look only at the object that you are drawing and not at the paper that you are drawing on. It is intended to render the familiar unfamiliar. In the room at The Quilter where we meet was a chair, so it is not too surprising that it caught my eye. I drew it, and then interpreted it with bias tape on a crazy patch background.I then embellished the quilt with mini quilts on heavy weight innerfacing, large black buttons, and doll furniture of which I have an abundance.
I fool with chairs a lot. This one was partially upolstered with canvas upon which I painted ladies in an eden-like garden. Below is a fabulous victorian number which no one is allowed to sit on that my husband Gary officially could not understand and hated. As usual, he endured for the love of peace and quiet.
And then there's the tiny stuff that I have. Do you love it? I wish I were six years old when I see this... a six year old with manner's like the one's in Louisa May Alcott's book Eight Cousins. Do come and play with me in July, we will have such fun. epb