I have a growing fascination with quirky, odd-shaped quilts.  My first was Hulk Smash, my second, Jeep on the Grill.  I had such fun making both of these, I want to make many more in non-traditional shapes.

I love making not square and not rectangular art.  I enjoy creating my art in the shape of whatever the piece portrays.

My most recent piece plays with mouths.  Or more accurately, lips.  Fiber lips, not real lips.  I’m not Hannibal Lecter, people.  (You’re welcome for that reference, brother.)

SAQA has a Call for Entry out for an exhibition entitled “Layered Voices”.  When I think “layered voices”, I think of tons of people talking over each other.  And I think of the multitude of voices that clamor from the timelines on Facebook and Twitter and across the internet and out of the television screen, dissenting opinions dominating the feed.  All those voices drown out the voices of those who need assistance.  There are so many people crying for help on this planet, probably more than are on social media worldwide, yet that voice, that largest voice, is drowned out by the demands of all the people who think their opinion is the only correct one.

I usually keep my opinion to myself.  Because it is just that — an opinion.  But here’s what I believe: media has become pervasive, over-arching, and contaminating.  So much so that opinions are formed based on whatever Media tells us to believe.

And I’m over that.  How about we listen instead to that voice buried under the nonsense?


I created ten mini lip quilts, in varying sizes, to complete Cacophony.  Each “mouth” speaks.  All are basted to a felt background, purely for presentation.  If this piece doesn’t get into the “Layered Voices” exhibit, I may just dismantle it and hang all the lips together from extra-large puppet handles.

As always, constructive critiques are welcome.

Cacophony (link to poem)


Cacophony - Detail 02

Cacophony - Detail 02

Cacophony - Poetry Label

Next up: A small piece for the SAQA Trunk Show.  Then I’m going back to making art for me instead of making art to try to get into an exhibit.

Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Purple (for Neska), Part 1

I’ve mentioned in previous posts for this series that, while working on Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Red, in honor of my Grandpa Clark, I realized Red (for Basil) was the first in a series for my grandparents.

I’ve finished two in the series. The second, for my maternal grandmother, Lucille, was Any Color’s All Right As Long As It’s Green.

This third honors my paternal grandmother, Neska, who loved purple. She wore it in dresses and hats, brooches and shoes. I believe she would have had purple carpets, drapes, and even walls if my Grandpa had been willing.

Neska passed away when I was 10 or 11, during a time when our family lost several loved ones. I wish my memories were stronger, but those I do have are of a woman who loved her children and grandchildren. She called each of us Pet and gave the best Grandma kisses. My grandfather adored her, this woman who worked as a nurse before they married in the ‘20s. She was strong and sweet and loving.

While working on this piece of art for her, I realized the memory, of how much she loved us all, is the only one I really need.

Any Color - Neska - Fabric
The palette
Any Color - Neska - Canvas
The canvas
Any Color - Neska - Top
The top…the hearts, kisses, and other items have been fused and the quilt sandwich made

Quilting is underway. Check back in a week or two to see how Purple turns out.

Do you agree love is the best memory?