On a bit of a lark, went with my friend L to see "Infinite Variety," the exhibition of 651 red and white American quilts from three centuries, which is up for just one week in the vastness of the Park Avenue Armory. So glad I did: it's a revelation. The artistry, the variety, and all the while knowing these were consummate women's work, made lovingly, creatively and often collectively. In an almost religious way, the exhibition's "tornadoes of quilts" brought hundreds of ordinary artists, and homesteads of thousands of cozy sleepers, back into sweet memory.
