lightly

 

The earth remembers the true path.
May we step lightly so that we can feel the way to proceed.
Lightly.......

I wasn't illustrating ideas

the only art form I could do and also parent was quilt-making
I also painted watercolours of the beauty of motherhood, but I put my rage into the quilts
and as I worked on them the rage transformed from anger or frustration
into love.
It was noticible.
I wasn't illustrating ideas.  I was IN IT.

found and kept journal entry

hilside looking out

the back view

Louise Bourgeois and self-doubt

 

I've been stitching so much that my hand hurts.

I believed in you

 

Does the world look bluer from blue eyes? 
Maggie Nelson