
Do
you believe, as I do, that the urge to create is inborn? There’s
a special feeling, a combination of madness and control when using your
hands as tools and your brain as the blueprint. At least there is for
me. Luckily my sister and I were graced with two grandmothers who not
only encouraged our young thirst to knit and crochet, embroider, sew old
cloth together for doll clothes, but provided necessaries and instructed
us with patience. They exclaimed over grubby knots and stitches so tight
they barely moved along knitting needles. Both women were an in spiration
and I try to honor their tolerance and confidence in the young me each
day I work in the studio.
The freedom to express
the creative energy in lush fabrics, to arrange incredible colors of currently
available commercial and hand-dyed fabrics into works expressing humor
(first choice for me always), joy, or even consternation, is a challenge
I take on as my perfect pleasure. As I begin each piece there is the hope
that what I see can be shared, probably not by everyone, but at least
some will perceive the intention.
The Highly Decorated
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