The Garden and it’s inhabitants manifest an array of qualities I struggle to embody in my daily life. I am a participating member of our rapid fire culture. I hear the incessant clicks and beeps feeding me the message: “Happiness through success, money, power, the latest gadget...”, but in the garden those ideas fall away. I nurture, I witness, I am patient. The beet and the turnip grow quietly in the dark soil. They simply need time and nourishment. This is how I want to work. This is how I wish to live.
All works below were created in the raw edge piecing method, then quilted with dense free motion stitching.
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With ample patience and persistence,
one becomes an irresistible force.
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The challenge of depicting the elusive qualities of glass, the pleasure of putting things in it.
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The sap no longer runs through her
woven network of veins. Her limbs are
sun bleached and kissed by fire, but
she still offers stellar views and welcome
rest for weary travelers.
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Clinging like some weird dark fruit, laughing, laughing at some inside joke SOLD
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They are never apart.
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Looking Skyward
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This apple tree in my neighborhood held onto it’s overripe fruit well into the winter. Beautiful, but somehow tragic, like the individual who struggles with letting go of the past and stepping forward into the unknown. SOLD
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From 5 inches off, the surface of the world is a profoundly different place. I peer at the barnacles on a water washed rock, the patterns on a chickens wing, the fine hairs on a plant stem and I am awed!
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damp, dark, mysterious, delicious
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8' by 3'
From a dream I once had of clinging to a great bird while it flew low over water. In the dream I was struggling to keep from spilling a cup of hot tea, so in the quilt I’ve decided to wear the tea cups until we arrive at the party. SOLD
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The circle is simple and complete. There may be no other shape that finds itself so frequently utilized. Nature manifests the circle in her living creations and her interacting systems. We humans mimic nature’s circular designs in all our innovations. As a symbol and as an idea the circle is ripe with meaning.
As I struggled to emerge from my own Covid induced cycle of procrastination and malaise I settled on the circle as an approachable subject for my stitching. I wanted a subject that did not require much pre-work layout. I did not feel capable of building story around my work. To my surprise, story emerged inevitably as I stitched each of these circular patterns.
How water flows across a round stone, always pushing it tumbling it toward a rounder version of itself. How the solid stone is patiently smoothed, slowly reshaped by the flowing water. How life grows on the surface of the round stone, from the small pebble on the ocean floor to the stone of earth, burgeoning with life as it floats in the ocean of space.
The circle is elegant and efficient. When constructing with a circle one achieves the largest interior space with the least amount of material. There are no drafty dusty corners in the circle.
I sewed these corona virus inspired circles as a path toward admiration for the virus. The fear was not serving me or anyone around me. I needed a new way to see the corona virus. It only took a short peruse of the internet and it’s image offerings for me to start to see the virus as the living/not quite living wonder that it is. The circular form with its corona of spiky nodes, each a streamlined tool for penetrating a living cell.
“A preference for circular shapes is deeply ingrained in all of us from birth. A 2011 eye-tracking study found that at five months of age, before we utter a word or scribble a drawing, infants already show a clear visual preference for contoured lines over straight lines.” - The Book of Circles by Manuel Lima
A circle with an empty center forms a hole. Often holes point toward light but more often, I think they open into darkness. At times I feel myself standing on the edge of a circle peering down into a hole. I am not certain how this hole got here or where it leads to but the feeling leaves me unsettled, vulnerable, even afraid.
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This ongoing series is all small format work, (approximately 7” by 7”). The images are free motion machine stitched onto whole or pieced cotton cloth. Much like sketches in an artist’s journal, these pieces with their accompanying text, provide me opportunity to convey ideas and hone drawing skills.
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This ongoing series is all small format work, (approximately 7” by 7”). The images are free motion machine stitched onto whole or pieced cotton cloth.
figures created upon request
Nudlings and A collection of ink and colored pencil drawings, blending the human form and the animal realm. When I get the chance to people-watch I am often struck by the peculiar animalness of so many of us, the bull dog man panting on the street curb, the hummingbird woman flitting nervously down a shopping isle, or the swine-ish pink cheeked child sucking on a lollipop. These characters illicit in me some base urge, my witchy bits wish for a wand that I might utter an incantation and transform these humans into the animals they resemble. Alas, I lost my wand in childhood, but my pen and pencil work just fine....
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