I know art can be mirror, lamp, and hammer. But I always thought these were metaphors until I saw a quilt show in Sacramento.
Now I know for sure that quilts are mirrors.
Look at this first photo with this woman reflected in the quilt behind her. I promise you her friend was replicated in the fabric of another quilt to her left.
A piece named “Brothers,” the one with the two men on a park bench, also repeats real life.
I felt as if I were in a dance studio, mirrors capturing the room’s every move.
Constellations of flowers, stars, meadows, bitterns, and light become more than eleven million little likenesses cast into textile and called patches and then comforter.
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