Intrigued as much by the how as the what,
I stopped to see the quilt exhibit at the Folk Art Museum.
I know some folks think they are kitch and corny,
but they often contain messages once obvious and now obscured.
And I find them strong and graphic and warm and personal all at the same time.
I just don’t know how you could look at one and not see the amount of work, the number of stitches, and not feel the strain in the back of your neck.