As a young child I learned to sew, knit and embroider. In my forties, I added quilting to my repertoire, while raising two children and supporting an ailing husband.
For thirty years I was supremely organized, responsible and competent — by turns a nurse, a credit-and-collections officer, an investment advisor, a financial planning report writer and workshop facilitator. At age fifty, I discovered my right brain, and began to experiment with fabric, fibre, floss, paint and dye. At first it was grief therapy; I entered “the Zone” to escape the challenges of my husband’s illness, which was taking its toll on our entire family.
Now the practice of textile art has become pure joy: loose and spontaneous design married to skilled stitchery and embellishment. I love the look and feel of layers: fabric weaving, rough-edged appliqué, free-form machine and/or hand-stitching, including beads, buttons and ribbon where the Muse warrants. I use my art to interpret in textiles the world around me, inspired by my rural Alberta hamlet, where every street ends in trees.