Tillya Tepe (in modern Afghanistan), shoe decoration in gold and jade. Perhaps made in Mongolia or China. Found in a burial and datable around AD 10.
My quilt guild got a private tour if the exhibit “Ecology of Quilts” currently on display at the American Folk Art Museum here in New York on this snowy Saturday
Please enjoy some of the amazing works
All pieces are hand sewn and hand quilted.
I am in love. (1856)
The colors! The patterns! The appliqué! The piecing! The trapunto (stuffing portions like the fruit for 3-d)! The patterns of the quilting! (Date given as mid 19th century)
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The incredible trapunto and cording! The intense process to actually achieve white fabric (this one is c1810)
This one was made by a congregation honoring members who had passed. Each block was made by a different person but using this same fabric combination and similar weeping willow motifs. Some had a name, some had poems.
More!
Made by two sisters in 1830-1831, chintz and stenciled with hand painted detailed floral blocks
Postage stamp quilt from the 1930s. Called this as every square a square inch resembling a postage stamp (and our wonderful tour guide for scale).
Men’s suiting quilt, c 1900. Made by a tailor that used the scraps and bits left over.
Several I completely forgot to take down any information about. Top two are 20th century, bottom two are 19th.
Exhibit site
The American Folk Art Museum is free to visit.
Sorry the photos are crap. Light is low to help protect colors and I was distracted by the pretty.
The full set of all of my LOTR pieces! they are currently available at Gallery Nucleus!
Four-Cornered Hat. 7th–9th century. Credit line: Bequest of Arthur M. Bullowa, 1993 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/316339
you fuck a banjo player and it’s great until six hours in you realize theyve been plucking out man of constant sorrow on yr clit the whole time
you fuck a spoons player and it’s great until smithsonian folkways comes in to document and culturally preserve the odd shit theyre doing to yr dick
no one has ever successfully fucked a dulcimer player because they vanish like a dream into the morning mist


