Here is a piece that I am about to ship out to someone in Boston. My inspiration for it came from the many quilts that have been handed down in my family. Often I remember waking up, my eyes beginning to focus after a long sleep on the stitches that held the disparate pieces of fabric together. There is such warmth in the remembrance of this from childhood and as I grew, I began to wonder about the people that made these tapestry that covered our beds, were the base of our picnics and comforted us when we were sick on the sofa. Having never witnessed a man with a needle and thread in his hand in Mississippi, I knew they were made by women. This practical art of quilting worked its way into my soul and emerges in my work. It is a reminder of what women do in every culture...make whole the separate and often discordant parts of life which we are given and/or have chosen.
Here is a piece that I am about to ship out to someone in Boston. My inspiration for it came from the many quilts that have been handed down in my family. Often I remember waking up, my eyes beginning to focus after a long sleep on the stitches that held the disparate pieces of fabric together. There is such warmth in the remembrance of this from childhood and as I grew, I began to wonder about the people that made these tapestry that covered our beds, were the base of our picnics and comforted us when we were sick on the sofa. Having never witnessed a man with a needle and thread in his hand in Mississippi, I knew they were made by women. This practical art of quilting worked its way into my soul and emerges in my work. It is a reminder of what women do in every culture...make whole the separate and often discordant parts of life which we are given and/or have chosen. 
I love the colours in your work and I like the post about this paintings' inspiration. I live in the UK and there's no tradition of handing down quilts, or even making quilts, in my family but I do love patchwork quilts and would love to make one. The closest I get is rugs made by my Grandma, which are lovely none the less.
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