Oh boy do I love teaching. I love traveling. I love seeing quilters become much more confident in their quilting. Today (Sunday) in class, I admitted something. It’s a little something difficult to admit as a quilter, as a woman. You know that whole womanly, female stuff.
I’m confident as a quilter.
I get this.
I get what works for me and I’m happy to help others find their path way, whether it’s my way or not. In fact as a teacher I’d rather not create mini-me’s. It’s not my style as a person and, as a teacher I think that helping quilters find their style, helping them discover who they are, helping them develop the technical skill to pursue the playing they want in their quilt making. Update: check out what Lisa Calle wrote on her blog.
In chatting with another teacher she made a good point about the Master Painters. They painted a lot of crap before becoming Masters. They learned how to mix paint and use the brushes and lighting and color to their best advantage. Their styles developed over time. They didn’t wake up one morning saying “I’m a Master Painter and I’m going to paint Master Paintings” it happened slowly, over time as they did the work. One brush stroke at a time.
As I worked with my students in Let Your Foot Loose, be Fancy and Free I can see this being a two day class. Which means down the road it will be a two day class. And will work on developing that. I’ve been talking with another teacher about a whole cloth workshop. We have completely different, complementary styles. We’ve both worked long hours to develop those styles. Just like the Old Masters – stitch by stitch.
There’s a bit of snow back home. My flight was cancelled right after I went through TSA at the airport. I’m with friends and will get home eventually. In the meantime I have fabric, thread, my laptop I see some writing and quilting over the next day or so.