About
"To avoid repeating what I have done before or taking the path of least resistance, I try to work with a clean slate, so to speak, both actual and metaphorically. This helps me reinvent or re-imagine what I know. " – JS
Joan Schulze has gained international prominence in the fiber arts as a studio artist, teacher, lecturer and juror. Most admired and written about are her often experimental and ground-breaking work in the quilt medium. Over the decades she has exhibited internationally, been published in prestigious catalogs and publications, and is included in the collections of the Museum of Arts & Design in New York, the National Museum of American Art’s Renwick Gallery/ Smithsonian in Washington, D.C., the Oakland Museum of California, numerous Kaiser Permanente facilities, Adobe Systems, Inc., the John M. Walsh Collection of Contemporary Art Quilts, and many other important public and private collections in the U.S., Europe, and Japan.
International Quilt Museum
Lincoln, Nebraska 2022
Joan Schulze "winter of loss"
Quilt National 2019
Borders on the Impossible
by: Joan Schulze
Sunnyvale, California
Lausanne to
Beijing International
Fiber Art Biennale 2014
Joan Schulze discusses her role as curator
in the exhibition of 41 fiber artists.
Quilt (R)Evolution
Joan Schulze in Conversation
Discussing her evolution as a fiber artist
Lost in Seoul
I was in Korea for a month. My hope was that I would lose the lost feeling and make some sense of my directions. I should have tricked my brain and think “go that way” and then do the opposite. My personal GPS brain never settled down. My last hope strategy was to keep walking and hope to get “somewhere “ on my list. I found myself in neighborhoods not on the tourist route. My Seoul would never make the guidebooks.
The rainy day the taxi driver demanded I get out of the cab was a wet comedy. The political demonstrations near my hotel in the City Hall area made it impossible to be dropped off at my hotel. It happened in a flash. No English. Body language was the lingua franca. I paid the driver. He got out, opened his trunk, got his umbrella, handed it to me and drove off with a wave of his hand in a vague direction. I was nowhere. And quickly wet.
Lost is lost especially in a driving rain. Water raced downhill. The gutters were overflowing. What a predicament. My map needed wifi to work. The tourist markers were my only guide pointing to places I did not remember. I pieced together a route. Eventually l found my hotel. I was wet. I was tired. I had no food in the room but the motivation to return to the wet world to find dinner was gone. I’d rather be hungry.
Joan Schulze
