Improv Flower Quilt Block

Do you ever have things to say through fabric?  I do, all the time.  Increasingly I find myself trying to express complex emotions through fabric.  This new project is no different.  I’m curious to see where it leads as I continue.  For now, I have a fun improv flower quilt block.  It’s hanging out in my sewing room as I consider what to do next.

I used a rotary cuter to cut all my pieces, but no ruler to guide my cuts until I began putting all the pieces together.  I’ve always loved improv piecing, but haven’t actually embraced it enough in my own work (though my improv log cabin quilt is a treasured favorite, both for the improv piecing and the quilting).  This quilt block was a LOT of fun to make.

I’m using Art Gallery Pure Solids (almost) exclusively in this block.  The only exception is the deep red stamens.  The lovely “pink” is actually called cinnamon, and that gorgeous lime green is dark citron.  I love the way they both glow against the dark nocturnal background.

Wherever this project goes, there will be little quilt blocks “hidden” throughout.  This one I also did in an improv style.  The blues together might be my favorite element in this block because they’re subtle but add an important style element to the quilt block .  But as for the piecing, I have to say that the leaves were my favorite part to sew.

This happy, sort of minimalist, improv flower quilt block is fairly large.  The block measures approximately 15 x 19 inches at this point.  My heart is tender from the recent passing of my aunt.  My middle name is hers.  She advocated putting on your “red lips of courage” and heading out to face and do the thing that scares you, but which needs to be done.  Since her funeral, the stamen in this flower remind me of her “red lips of courage.”  I love how much I learn at funerals, both from listening to the memories of others and reflecting on my own.  She made everyone feel important.  I hope to be more like her.

Seeing my quilt block on my grandpa’s old door makes me smile and remember him fondly as well.  I sort of wish I could just leave the block like this though, as a simple piece of art on an old white door.  Who knows?  Maybe I’ll pivot and do something else.  What would you do?