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”

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”