I am not like you, the old woman said slowly.
Sunday, September 26, 2021
Friday, September 17, 2021
No matter what comes along, we are always standing in the middle of a sacred space.
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
It is quiet here, just birdsong and wind in the trees.
The kinds of moments in nature that happen quickly and then are gone.
We remember them in our bodies.
I watch the lake every day.
The colours of the sky and the water change all the time.
There are things in nature that we are unconsciously aware of.
The interconnectedness between the land, the air, and humanity is one of these.
I use all the senses in my work.
Smell, sound, touch, taste, sight and also the sixth sense - mystery.
My work reflects the quietness of nature.
I work alone for long hours laying in repetitive marks inspired by nature's way.
I have been exhibiting my work for 40 years.
My completed works reflect who I am. My work is me.
This is why I use dyes from my locale.
This is why I use family textiles.
My language is the stitched mark.
I keep paring away anything else.
I've created a body of work using wool blankets, plant dyes, and hand stitch.
Some pieces were inspired by the monumental rock cuts of Northern Ontario highways.
I'm packing my work this week.
The exhibition with Penny Berens at the Mississippi Valley Textile Museum in Almonte Ontario is finally happening.
I have five boxes of completed work to ship.
I'll show what is going into Box Two in a couple of days.
I am so glad to be finally getting this work out.
You must be getting bored with it.
Friday, August 27, 2021
the glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings,
the life, love, sight, hearing of others.
Others will see the islands large and small.