I heard “I feel a great disturbance in the Force” to which I thought, “your lack of faith disturbs me”.
After the moment of dork-ism, I realized that I am finally cutting up Paul’s favorite old t-shirts to finally make his quilt. He had given them to me because after 20+ of having some of them and having worn them out, it was time to retire them. They are all concert shirts going back to the first one he bought in 1986. He gave the shirts back in December (if not earlier) to use in a quilt. I kept putting is aside because he REALLY loves these shirts-and they are not replaceable. More than that I know their history to him go through his teen years and all of his adult life.
Just remember Houry, do or do not, there is no try!
I thought about what I wanted to do for this project. I wanted it to be something that he could use without concern about wear and tear but I also wanted it to be a reflection of my understanding of how important I know it is to him to have these shirts even in a form he never thought they would be. A QUILT. I know that no matter how creative or artistic you may be, quilts are never sexy or cool. I know that! I got into it to get rid of fabrics I had somehow thought would be cool to have and since then (two years ago) I haven’t gotten myself to stop making blanket of different sizes that we don’t use much. That’s another story all together. But here is where I am with it now.
My masterpiece idea for this quilt was to use the shirts as a tool to memorialize the essence of the punk movement but it was shot down.
It was to have the shirts overlapping each other appliqued onto a fabric (that looked like the walls of a dive bar with a corner raised to be a stage and a bathroom you only walk into because you don’t know where you are) and then sloppily hand stitched to give the feel of it being sewed on the back of a jacket in the back of a van on the way to the show. And on some of the larger images, to put safety pins through them (glued to keep them shut). To also fill in some empty spots, I would have taken some of the photos of him at that time period and copies of ticket stubs and have them transferred to fabric to add as memories. The binding would be made of one of my old flight jacket I was willing to sacrifice for the art of quilt. That was my thought anyway.
He told me he didn’t want to the movement to be memorialized just the t-shirts. He wants them in a line facing the same way and was surprised that I would have cut them different sizes. I don’t know. I never saw being an anarchist as someone who likes things to be in order. What is that?
Anyway, it’s been a bit stressful to do it but we are both laughing about the different ways we go about this. I’m taking pictures of it as I go to let him be part of the process of putting them in the order he wants and the size that works best for him.
So here I am now. I wanted to keep a journal of sort on the process and progress of this project. I’m not sure exactly why it’s important to me but I have a feeling this is going to be bigger than the two of u.