Everyone Has A Story

The book world is changing. When I wrote my first proposal for a book back in the turn of the century (That sounds way too old!) I hunted likely publishers, drove myself crazy writing the perfectly compelling proposal, and in the end received countless rejections and no means of putting the book to paper. ItContinue reading “Everyone Has A Story”

Autobiography of a Quilt #7- The Other Quilts

In the case of most quilts, there is way more fabric available than can be included. It takes tough love to eliminate favored materials that don’t quite complement the mix. In this case, I eliminated a whole class of materials- all of my t-shirts and workout clothes- rugged basic knits that I wear most days.Continue reading “Autobiography of a Quilt #7- The Other Quilts”

The Artist’s Way

Once upon a time there was a woman who tried her best to be good and to make everyone around her feel happy. But as life occurs on life’s terms, events happened that were beyond her, making her feel lost, out of control, and not at all happy. At her lowest point, desperate for anythingContinue reading “The Artist’s Way”

UnMaking A Quilt

Having the Tibetan Monks in Pittsburgh this week, reminds me of my personal mandala of impermanence. When I had a memory quilt exhibit of all of my parents clothing and textiles, I asked Kyoki from the Zen Center of Pittsburgh to help me create a ritual of loss. She suggested I unmake a quilt inContinue reading “UnMaking A Quilt”

A Day In The Life of an Artist

Friday, May 18, 2012 6:27 radio alarm rings (love to stay in bed as long as I can) stay until I hear the weathershower (hot, hot, hot, with my favorite Thymes Eucalyptus Body Wash)dilemma on something special to wear for a talk (settle on Ikat top from Panache and knit black jeans) 6:45 half glassContinue reading “A Day In The Life of an Artist”

Autobiography of a Quilt #4-In The Name of The Parents

Weezie, Are you mashugana, saving all of those little pieces of our clothing? I could understand the National Record Mart sweater logo, I wouldn’t have given that away either, but the others? A golf hankie, a piece of your mother’s silk blouse, the crème suit we bought for her to wear to her 75th birthdayContinue reading “Autobiography of a Quilt #4-In The Name of The Parents”