New Work..........

I have just finished up my newest quilt. I typically don't create political statement quilts, but AQUA is having a show based on the theme Atrocities: Women and War. I love this group, as it pushes me to work outside my comfort zone and discover new things.

I am intrigued with the history of the lachrymatory. These are small, narrow-necked vases found in ancient Roman tombs, thought to have been used to catch and keep the tears of bereaved friends. They are still used in present day.

I envisioned tear bottles overflowing and decided to create a quilt based on this idea.

Lachrymatory: Tears Overflowing

Lachrymatories overflow with tears of sorrow and despair. Tears of war. Women being brutalized, raped and denied any sense of worth. Losing children to land mines and terror. When will the madness stop? Legend has it that when the tears evaporate, the mourning process is complete. Will the tears ever evaporate, or will the bottles continue to collect tears of war? Tears overflowing………enough tears to flood the universe with an ocean of peace.

Soggy Weekend...A Photo Journal....

Walking the docks of the Seward boat harbor conjures up all kinds of stories in my mind. Thousands of masts rising to the sky. Where have they been, and where are they going? An adventure on the sea lies just beyond this quiet harbor, nestled between majestic mountains, where misty clouds roll in and out, and signs of winter still cling to the landscape. I want to know their stories....Paint, weathered from years on the water must have tales buried among the chipping layers. And, who is this Isabelle? A wife left behind, to hold down the the fort at home? A Mother, a sister, or, perhaps a mermaid?

Oh, the tales these vessels must hold! Of love and loss, fishing and crabbing, whales breaching, waves crashing. I want to know their stories....

As I try to imagine a life at sea, we head back to the campground on the shore of Kenai Lake. The water is calm. Casting a hue of such brilliance, as if someone had covered the bottom of the lake with turquoise and emeralds.
My mind begins to wander....The old dock washed up on the shore, the burned trees in the distance, the driftwood that has made it's home here, perfectly placed among nature's treasures.
I want to know their stories....