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Mid-Atlantic Quilt Festival, part one

I didn't take a whole lot of photos as I did my first year, but it wasn't because the quilts weren't impressive. One, I had my large camera (my small one is currently not working), and two, the exhibits were quite crowded. And as my collection of quilt photos have grown, I've not felt the need to photograph quilts that are great as much, but now just try to capture the ones that have things I'd like to learn or try.
 

 From a distance, this quilt/wall hanging looked just like a piece of art.

 An up close of the man's sleeve. You know how they always tell you to press you fabric flat before quilting? Not here! The wrinkles, quilted into the backing, give dimension and texture to the man's jacket, and the offset lines create the look of a bended arm.

 How do you make a napkin pop when it's simply white fabric on white fabric? Not only wrinkle the napkin fabric, but quilt two different layers of gray see-through material underneath to create a shadow.  And no...NO finished edges!

 Wine glasses?  More sheer fabric, quilted one on top fo the other to create the shadows of drink and the illumination in the glass. Not sure whether or not they used paint sticks on the yellow, but either way, the glasses, their contents, and the glas stems were quite impressive.

 And the bottom of the wine bottle...more layered fabric with no finished edges but lots of up and down stitching for texture.

And the artist quilter who made this outstanding piece. I hope to google her when life slows down a little to find out more about her and her work.

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