the past week has been a slow string of phone calls and errands and lists of decisions. i plan to find uninterrupted time soon, spending hours in the studio to find the rhythm once again, in the long waves of silence.
the quilts i make blend a grandmother's ideals with a fresh youthful flair. there is a nostalgia for seasons past combined with hopefulness for a bright full future. I write little stories in my mind as I make the quilts. sometimes they become actual stories. and sometimes I share them here.