Spring 2020 was unlike any other spring. The idea of an idyllic planned flower beds surrounded by a white picket fence turns into a mayhem of flowers confined by black bars. "A riot of colors". I stripped several floral patterns and mixed them up but also had them "randomly" clump together. Aerial drone videos on the 6:00 News reminded me of how small and lost and random we can be. One side is without color, quite dead. And the hashtag is just another unfathomable new change.
An informal listing of work. Spiraling out from the 'piko'; I weave two quilts that exist as one. Two stories echo, compliment, or debate each other. They are in "syzygy"; forever yoked together. In the tradition of quilts I use thrift store finds, or fabrics gifted to me, or salvaged throw aways; I'm always on the cheap. I question what is considered ugly vs beautiful. And I hope to tease out a story of interest while teasing the eye.