I've been trying to work at a larger scale in this new body of work. These three pieces each measure between 9 and 10 feet across. I had dreams of working even larger (12 feet or 15 feet) but my studio is only 9 ½ feet high and besides, most fabric only comes 5 feet wide at most. Working large is a big commitment, but I like the feeling I get when standing next to my big pieces. They are so large that I can not touch any edge when I am in the centre. Those of us who work with cloth automatically communicate a sense of intimacy because of the material itself. Adding hand stitch and its caress involves the viewer even more. Touch is the mother of the senses. Stitching takes time however. Each stitch takes about a second to make. At the scale I’ve chosen to work, time becomes a limit. I keep reminding myself about the feelings I have when I’m alone in nature. I’m hoping that the monumental scale of the work in combination with the intimacy of hours and hours of hand made marks will land my viewer on a teetering edge of wonder. The scale of the work adds more than just more cloth. It is challenging. These five pieces are not as big. Most are 60" or so. Recently I realized that my art with cloth doesn't need to be a quilt. That revolutionary idea has freed me. For years, my work was grounded in the language of the bed and all the life drama that happens there. The quilt was a protection blanket.
Because of their scale, I think this new work continues with those ideas, but also that other intimate thing that happens in bed. The dreaming.