My grandmother taught me to sew octagons together into long strips at the age of 6 or 7. It was also a continuation of the pleasure of fabric slipping thru my fingers. I think fiber nurtures the body, the heart and the soul.
People think of quilts to put on beds to keep themselves warm.
My quilts hang on the wall and provide and explosion of color with which the eye can travel. People think of quilts as security with fond memories of the warm fuzzies that kept them safe in their younger years. My quilts provide an avenue of expression for my creativity that sometimes evokes warm feeling and sometimes feelings that aren't so warm. People think of quilts as a combination of color and pattern. My quilts are a way of me working thin my life.