Each piece created is an exercise in sincere play.

There is little premeditation in my work. I sit down at my machine, supplied with gorgeous materials, and connect them together with a lattice of freehand machine stitching. A curvy, zig-zagged, silly, sometimes backwards line of stitching travels across the surface of each piece.

Often as I sew I play and ponder the metaphor of that meandering linear path across a soft surface. I compare it to a pen stroke on a page, to a line of music, to one’s path from waking to sleeping. Sometimes the stitch path reverses on itself over and over as if caught in a loop. Sometimes the path has many stops and starts. Sometimes the path is straight and direct. And sometimes the thread breaks. Drat!

I know a piece is complete when I feel the balance of value, need, silliness, durability, and function.