To speak freely. And w/out fear.

Sometimes sharp pieces need to come out softly. In a quiet voice. And in a shocking spray. Of fabric. And yarn. And in words that can't always be uttered.

Fifteen to twenty-five hundred quilts will be made. From old clothes. Memories. And glass. They are to be seen only together and in a gallery. Heavy weight, both in emotional content and density, these quilts are not bed friendly (unless you are a mentalist).


This piece is a result of a broken heart. And a way to still those thoughts that were spinning just above my head (and then put them to bed)...