I went out to coffee with a bunch of artists the other day…
and among the topics we talked about was the need to make things…a feeling I can identify from my earliest years.
Today I sat in the back garden avoiding the heat and finishing the red and white quilt
while also looking at all the projects to come this summer and fall in the sewing line…quilting in the evening, in the passenger seat of the car, in the back yard…is a pleasure…
and then I looked down at the little table that sits near the bench…
The summer I was sixteen I gathered all the rocks from the shore of Lake Superior and then glued them down, mosaic-like, on a piece of wood. (My Dad got the frame and legs and so liked the table he had it for years…his “smoking table” and covered with cigarette ashes when I got it back…) As I looked at it today I remembered the need to make something and how strong it was, how strong it is. And THIS reminds me that it’s time to get back in the studio!
On The Way 
Your white quilt looks great! Reminiscent of childhood, and the feeling of the cool cotton on a summer day.
absolutely stunning quilt. hard to believe that it is even more beautiful in person!
Your Red & White quilt — I think I ʻve discovered a new favorite quilt.
It speaks to me, literally! I have always had this penchant for fabric with writing graphics, any language. O-O-O-O-O-O yeah, we do connect.
Very handsome smoking table. The ashes may have disappeared, but not the memories of Dad, and your powerful compulsion to make something.