My father worked in the garment industry in Fall River during its heyday in the 1940s. I loved going to the factory and watching the stacked 12 inch piles of cloth being cut into sleeves, pockets, fronts and backs. And then seeing these pieces sewn magically into nightgowns, housedresses and sweaters. Of course I started to knit and sew for my one and only "mama? doll.
Now that I am retired I have hours to play with fabrics, yarns, and all matter of fiber. I use traditional methods to create texture and movement with these humble materials. In my hands, these pieces take shape organically and become tactile and alive and sculptural.
The long hours dedicated to making my art are meditative and exciting. It is my time made visible.