A View From The Loft

Sunday, November 18, 2012; 5:15 AM Unable to sleep attempting to visualize how thirty-two people will be comfortable and well-fed this coming Thursday, I cuddle up under my favorite quilt on my bedroom loveseat and disappear into Amos Oz’s Scenes from Village Life. This may be the best view in the loft. From the rightContinue reading “A View From The Loft”

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”

Autobiography of a Quilt #3- The Love Nest

Fate brought us together by the stage door of the Broadhurst Theater after his performance in “Once Upon A Mattress”. He left that first night saying he had to catch the train. It was the Long Island Railroad that took him to a little apartment above the 24 hours Dunkin Donuts in Port Washington. HeContinue reading “Autobiography of a Quilt #3- The Love Nest”

Autobiography of a Quilt #1

Dear MaryAnn, How sweet of you to send me your stash of batiks. There is enough here to make a great quilt. I will save them until something calls me. I recently made a quilt of important personal materials and one of the fabrics I included was the remnants of the batik I used toContinue reading “Autobiography of a Quilt #1”

It’s still about the Container

It started like this- about six weeks ago, I realized I was missing something. It was a red string from a dear friend that always hugged a photo in my bathroom. In a past blog, I explained the importance of the red string to ward off the evil eye. I looked everywhere for my redContinue reading “It’s still about the Container”

Googled

Have you ever googled your name to see what shows up? I try to do it regularly, to make sure anyone interested in having a memory quilt made will find me easily. I search under SilkQuilt, BubbeWisdom and Louise Silk. This week I discovered something very unusual. A local artist took my photo and madeContinue reading “Googled”

Cleaving

How does one access the Divinity within? The Hebrew word for glue is דבק dvk, the root for devekut, which in modern Hebrew is a synonym for dedication toward a particular goal. The mystic meaning of devekut is cleaving or attaching oneself to The Holy One. It occurs frequently in Deuteronomy (4:4, 10:20, 11:22, 13:5,Continue reading “Cleaving”