Postcard

Several years ago I went to see The Quilts of Gee's Bend exhibit at the Whitney Museum of American Art. When I walked into the first gallery and saw huge expanses of denim, mattress ticking, and remnants of cordoroy stitches roughly into quilts, I didn't know what to think.

As I walked through the galleries, I noticed more colors and some famliar patterns. Still, these weren't the quilts I expected to see. Yet, after spending time with them, I fell in love with them.

I could quickily see they were quilts made for warmth out of necessity. It took me awhile to see they were works of art made out of a creative spirit I craved.

I'm sending this postcard to Malaysia this week.