About a year ago now, I saw these beautiful quilts at the BMA. I don’t know why, but I much prefer crooked quilts to neat, perfect quilts. I appreciate the skill and patience that goes into perfectly straight quilts, but visually, I much prefer scrappy, imperfect ones. Maybe it relates to my preference for abstract, expressionistic art as opposed to realistic, “perfect”, “skilled” art. There’s so much more movement and gesture to the slanted lines and curved edges. It feels nostalgic and comforting.
Annika Marthinuss 