It always feels very strange when I see my art work hanging in a exhibit. It's is hard to describe my feelings about the transition from the process of creating something on your own, and then sharing it with others. It's not too different than feelings about seeing one's child out in the world, as someone independent from yourself. A few days ago I went to a local Barnes & Noble to see if my book, The Uncommon Quilter, was on the bookshelves. Seeing it there was similar to the feelings I have about seeing my work or my son, but it was also very exciting to see it on the shelves along with the other wonderful quilting books available at this time.
