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In Robert Frost's poem The Road Less Taken he talks about making choices, and how we may never have some opportunities a second time around. On the flip side, a lot of people tell you if you want to be considered a serious artist you have to focus on a unified body of work. I can't imagine anything more boring or potentially more damaging.
I would suggest we wallow in our choices and when technical challenges stop us from getting to our artistic goal, we jump off into new territory. Ultimately our best work will probably come as a result of this experimentation, but not if we don't get off the straight and narrow path.
My work falls into a few categories. I tend to be fascinated with the sneaky little miracles I suspect are going on all around us, but we're too busy correcting school homework, doing laundry, and wondering what to cook for supper to notice. Select the links above to see some of my favorite quilts. Click on a quilt to see the full and close up images.
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874-1963)
