At age 74, I am anxious, sad and optimistic.
Using maps as underlying images, I create fabrics. Disintegrated and fragile, which I then mend.
I use specific textiles and I draw with threads.
I choose blankets as symbols of home and comfort. I burn and scorch them for echoes of disaster and destruction.
The gauze speaks of wounding and caring.
The threads are fine heritage sock wools.
The stitches (blanket; chain; cross; running) ,and techniques for darning and patching, are a universal language. They can both mend and enhance.
I am armed with skills and attempt to make peace with them.
