Quilt No. 118
This is one for the doodle addicted. You know who you are. You embarrass yourself at meetings as the doodle that began as a few innocent marks in the margin of your notes becomes cultivated into pages of swirls and triangles and leaves with veins and warts. Harry Potter is defeating a Lord of the Rings dragon, and both are wearing top hats. Suddenly, you snap back to reality in a quiet room. All the faces around the meeting table are now turned to the bloom on your page. The question the chairperson has directed at your deaf and doodling ears is a complete unknown. You dredge up your best all-situation answer - “It could be possible.” I’ve learned this the hard way. Corporations frown on doodling.
The other circumstance that fosters doodling is the telephone call. Meetings held on the phone are the worst. At the end I must tease out my notes from the grip of butterflies. Fish with large eyes muddle the key points and bubbles obscure the phone number of the key person I’ve been assigned to contact. I’m also a home doodler. I was talking to my sister on the phone when Finding Mankind found me. She is unaware of my doodling ways, and I find it best to keep it that way. At the end of the phone call I look over the doodles and then throw them away. However, in this particular one I spotted a man. He was difficult to distinguish from the background, just like mankind cannot easily be extracted from his environment - despite lofty thoughts to the contrary. In this quilt you must look carefully. Eventually you too will find mankind.