Art > Quilts

A birdbath the color of darkened blood lives between my living room windows and an old crab apple tree named Stella. From where I sit inside, Stella’s presence fills my entire view of the world outside. Her rust colored leaves settle in the bath water as winter takes hold and then freeze within a dome of ice. Combinations of red reflect inside the curved surface of frozen birdbath water while shallow pools of ice on the ground crack in the sun like shards of broken glass.