No Mercy is a quilt about many things. It is a quilt about quilts. It talks about how basic construction and traditional blocks can be re-purposed to create new compositions and a means for self-expression.Read More
While I have made quilts in the past, I've always just sort of winged it. Sewing together whatever was there, haphazardly, to make larger pieces of fabric for a specific use. I recently found myself enamored of this particular medium, because I like the emphasis of the grid, the use of color to create composition on a 2 dimensional plane. The grid for quilting is very much like the one used in photography; broken up and rearranged, it becomes a space for subtle self-expression and play.
Partially intended for documentation and partially for next year's Christmas cards, I am really, really happy with the results of my labors.Read More
I have simple needs required of my sewing machines: to stitch forward and to stitch backwards.Read More
Studio at 317. Phoenixville.Read More
The world's foremost outfitters has fabulous and enviable collection of taxidermy.
As I have mused before, I suspect that one's sense of how to construct space is handed down, absorbed even, from those in our lives that shape us. I am no exception to this. In fact, I may be a shining, gleaming example of this.Read More
In our interior lives, how much of our personal aesthetics are born from people that came before us?Read More
Nonna and Jeff's. Durham.
I have been musing lately on the construction of home and what it says about the person doing the building of the interior of a house. I see the deliberate (and haphazard) placing of objects as a way to interrupt the inner life of the decorator.Read More
Headed west on I-78, one cannot see the large waving Amish couple and the Roadside America Miniature Village until exit 23 is about a mile behind.Read More
I visit because it feels like home, because there are no expectations of me other than to just be there. It is comfort. It is a haven.Read More
With heavy clouds and muddy soil, I go home.Read More
I can trace the way back to my birthplace over the worn asphalt roads with my eyes closed. Finding my way through the stretch of Pennsylvania that separates me from there is a second nature, like breathing or sleeping, now in my 24th year.Read More
–verb (used with object)
1. to soothe, console, or reassure; bring cheer to: They tried to comfort her after her loss.
2. to make physically comfortable.
4. relief in affliction; consolation; solace: Her presence was a comfort to him.
5. a feeling of relief or consolation: Her forgiveness afforded him great comfort.
6. a person or thing that gives consolation: She was a great comfort to him.
7. a cause or matter of relief or satisfaction: The patient's recovery was a comfort to the doctor.
8. a state of ease and satisfaction of bodily wants, with freedom from pain and anxiety: He is a man who enjoys his comfort.
9. something that promotes such a state: His wealth allows him to enjoy a high degree of comfort.
10. Chiefly Midland and Southern U.S. a comforter or quilt.
That Friday, I woke up in the house of someone who I love and who's absence in my life is felt in small but enormous ways every day. We came together like interlacing fingers, as hands folded in prayer, our words slow but flowing, like the 9 months that has passed hadn't changed anything. When we ran out of words, we just enjoyed the shared silence, the sunlight, the hum of the truck's engine, the birds, the heat.
K., in one of those long, layered conversations about life, mentioned that North Carolina is all around comfort for her. She lives in a house she grew up in and so I can imagine that it feels like a big hug or hand on the small of the back. Her personal aesthetics fit so perfectly into the house and I felt instantly calm and let go of whatever had been weighing on me from my everyday life. It was like walking into the house of a family member, an aunt, a cousin. I particularly enjoyed hearing about the small, strange histories that live in the rooms and the yard.Is home that of a real, physical space or does it come out of something else? Does it offer comfort solely from it's mere existence as a place to return to after a long day, a space to decorate and store or is it greater than an apartment, a house? Is it the people that are within it, that lets the nerves relax and brings the calm? How does one create the comfort of home? Does it take patience and time or paint and curtains? Is the combination there of?