Quilt #3 was a sew as you go project and I’m loving it. Meet Quilt #3 Receiver: Bob (Bo)
I met Bo in the fall of 1995. We were both freshmen at Iowa State University and lived in the same dorm building. His name is Bob, but ever since the first time I met him, it didn’t fit for me, so I decided to call him Bo. Bob, I mean, Bob Newhart, Bob Costas – Bo, like bow and arrow or Bo Duke from Duke’s of Hazzard, way more fitting to me.
Bo always had my back in the days of Iowa State. He restored my faith in young men. He was kind, focused, driven, thoughtful, not like all the other boys I met. Most of them were concerned with what party they were going to attend over the weekend. Bo and I went to a few Frat parties and we always left saying to each other, “lame.” We’d go to these parties with our “dorm friends” and it would usually be him and I that left together; we’d end up at a coffee house before walking back to the dorms.
While making Bo’s quilt, so many memories started flooding back. Memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life.
I took an Art 101 class in drawing. My professor pulled me aside mid semester to tell me that she didn’t understand what I was doing in the Art Department. She continued to tell me that I had no skill for perspective, that I was to draw EXACTLY what I saw and I was incapable of doing that. “You really should think about changing majors, you are NOT an artist.”
I was devastated and I ran to Bo. Poor Bo probably saw me crying more than laughing. The transition from high school to college was a tough one and I wouldn’t have made it if I hadn’t met a handful of people, and Bo was one of them. I remembered this conversation this weekend because while making Bo’s quilt I felt a sense of creativity that I had once felt when I was younger. I was being an artist and I loved every second of the freedom that was running through me.
Tracee bawling: “Bo, you’re never going to believe what my prof said to me!”
Bo: “Tracee, are you OK? What did she say this time!?”
Then I told him.
His kind response. “Tracee, you’re a free spirit and you draw in your own perspective, not in someone else’s, why on earth would you want to do that! You’re one of the most creative people I’ve ever met. I’m not sure why this woman has sought after you, but you can’t let her get to you. Make art the way you want to make art, that is utimately what makes you an artist.”
And I did just that, never letting this woman see how badly she devastated me. I ended up with a C in that class and a ton of drawings that were drawn in my perspective.
I haven’t seen Bo in years, but he will always remain a close friend of mine, regardless of the distance between us.
Bo currently lives in Paris, France with his wife, Sarah and their newborn son, Henry. He is an architect and urban designer.
Here’s his quilt top…
I started quilting it this week. Although it was a tough start because I’m quilting it on my home machine, I’m making progress.
This is the last time I saw Bo – 1999.
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Till next week! Have a great weekend.