Art Quilts 90 minutes from home

Written last night:

Dear Friends, 

Today I drove 90 minutes southwest to Danville, where there was an art quilt meeting. I kind of forced myself to go — told myself I’m not too interested, etc. I’m glad I went, and not just for the notable artists I met, but even more because finally — finally! — I realize that I’m not a visitor here, who checks things out from a distance. I live here. I’m a Californian. And to me that means being comfortable with I-80 and 680 and the bridges at Benicia and all the ships below — and playing the highway’s speed-up/slow down rhythm like I know the song. 

Love,

k

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