I pinned my grandmother's tattered garden bouquet quilt to the studio wall and then reacted on paper with watercolour paint.
My grandmother loved the book Ivanhoe. She was Fort Frances’ first librarian. She wore loose dark dresses with multiple layers and arranged her hair in a low bun. We visited my grandparents about once a week and the kids drank cola on the sun blistered leather bench in her veranda while the adults chatted.