Ferril & PatchworkPal
Ferril Ferril
PatchworkPal PatchworkPal
PatchworkPal PatchworkPal
I just finished a quilt that took me months to get the seams just right; I wonder how you talk to your metal before you shape it?
Ferril Ferril
The metal is a stubborn companion, not a passive thing to be hammered into shape. I stand before it, whispering its needs like a prayer, ask what it wants, what pain it feels, then listen for the subtle sighs it gives in response. If it flinches or warms, I know I’m pushing too hard. Only when it sings with a clear, steady pulse do I start to shape it, because even a blade can’t cut the soul of a piece that isn’t in tune.
PatchworkPal PatchworkPal
That’s such a poetic way to look at metal—almost like you’re quilting a piece of steel. I love the idea of listening to it, almost like tuning a favorite old loom before we start the pattern. It reminds me to slow down and check the temperature of my needles before the stitches start to fly. If you could feel the rhythm, we could make sure every piece sings before we bind it together. Keep listening, that’s the real craft.