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”
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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”
The French Knot
Embroidery always appealed to me and when I wanted to make this memory piece shown above of my Dad and me, I found the French Knot as my vehicle for interesting texture, scale and color variation. The knots are formed with two different colors of regular sewing thread wrapped three times around a #8 embroideryContinue reading “The French Knot”
The Loss of A Mother
Today, my cousins are here from California to bury their mother in our family cemetery. This is also where my parents, our grandparents and our great-grandparents are all buried. Having a family burial plot is an important part of our legacy binding us together. If we are fortunate enough to live according to nature’s cycleContinue reading “The Loss of A Mother”
Of Blessed Memory
My Dearest Daddy, Each year at the full moon of August, I light your yahrzeit candle and remember the moon as I saw it leaving the hospital the night of your death. It was thirteen years ago on the 14th of Av. Why does it seem like only yesterday? There are so many changes everywhere.Continue reading “Of Blessed Memory”
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