I methodically weave strips of 1970s floral cotton sheets though a warp of vintage crochet cotton. Both fabric and thread are gifted to me. There is an unspoken agreement that I will do something special with them, that they have found a useful home and won’t end up in landfill.
They bring memories of my carefree childhood when anything seemed possible. Like then, I have grand ideas for the outcome of this artwork.
However, once started, the process of head to hand is challenging. The result doesn’t match the initial dream. Still, by paying attention I find unexpected joys in what emerges and the reality of what is.
Of course, the work is about more than this…though, that is hard to speak of.