I mean with quilts! I don't always feel a connection with quilts from the past. I admire traditional and older quilts of course, and as a lover of all history and cherisher of artifacts, would respect them for that alone, but I am guilty of not truly being "in love"with the quilts themselves!
I make quilts because I like the technical challenges, and handling fabric, and I like the colours and textures that dye give to cloth. There's a kind of clarity about them. I like the way the stitched wadded cloth sits against a wall, and, even if I don't like some of the quilts, I like the emotional connection with women who have used them to express themselves and their creativity, which for me, is a little different to liking the quilts themselves.
The other day, the Kindle battery ran out and I forgot to charge it, so I was reduced to rummaging in the bedsite cabinet for a book. Yep, an actual book! The cabinet was stuffed full of quilting books that were left after a recent clearout of the studio, and I just sat in bed for a hour pouring over the coloured pages. There were so many many beautiful quilts, that I was quite shocked, - and of course, inspired!
How could I have stopped looking around me at the wonderful work out there? Was it lack of time to look or being too focused on my own work. Tut, I'm ashamed. It does tend to make one feel inadequate though! Perhaps that's why I stopped, but I shall make time in future "to stand and stare".