Art > Quilts

I was so enamored with an image forming on my large potholder rug loom that I decided to replicate it in fabric. What emerged from sewing was the semblance of a library shelf with brightly colored spines lined up like soldiers. My impulse to disrupt the order was strong, wanting to make random piles of books that reminded me of time spent at our public library as a teenager. I would assemble impressive arrays to take home for summer reading, each volume offering the promise of joy. Like a summer garden that offers unexpected surprises, of color and composition that is spontaneous and unplanned, I remember how reading a story always invites collaboration from something unknown.