On the fourth day of Christmas… my true love gave to me… Cinnamon Hot & Orange Shortbread.
Long ago, in a far away world called the University of Washington School of Art, there was a lone fiber artist who unapologetically extolled the power and deep meaning of color to her comrades who believed with all their hearts that any color other than gray was an indication of naiveté and gross pandering to the unenlightened masses, for whom beauty was—GASP—a virtue.
Yup, that was me, and it was the late 90’s. My hand-dyed art quilts featured then abhorrent colors, such as chartreuse and hot pink. And for the final two years it took to complete my degree in surface design, I held my ground. I’m happy to say I never used the color gray in any of my work (although it can be very beautiful in the right context). Here’s a detail of my senior thesis work.