Art > Quilts

Grief started to dominate daily life in the spring 2021. My mother was living with me and on hospice. Her dog Maisy had just died. Negotiating the path between Mom’s own imminent death and Maisy’s recent death anchored me in the studio making lots of stitches. The quilt forming during this time was being made entirely by hand. Time slowed. I would take breaks to venture into my backyard woodland and see hieroglyphic markings of life carved into dead logs. A month before Mom’s passing, I folded the finished quilt and slipped it under my worktable. After being buried for five years, I decided to make a companion quilt for it. A conversation developed. What was different? What was still the same?