My recycled collage creativity was in full swing this past week, but in an entirely different way. Looking around my studio, my eyes wandered to boxes organized by color, stuffed with fabric remnants. Much like I have collected found objects for my collage work, I have also collected lengths of fabric over the years. When I finished a quilt, I put the odds and ends into their color box to wait for inspiration. Inspiration arrived this week in two ways: Seeing the videos of
Growing up in a mostly white town, my only interaction with people of color were Karen Miller and Pat Davis in my home room, who were bused in from Boston in the late '70's VERY early every morning to the suburbs for their education. And even then, homeroom was so short that you really didn't have time to get to know each other. When I think about it now, I can't imagine the stress busing added to the students and their families. I am embarrassed to say that, till recently,
