Another of the stitched and sometimes woven, sometimes collaged photography. This one is more of a collage. I have some photos that I've been looking at for 20 years waiting for them to tell me what to do with them. They've finally started to let me know how they want to get out in the world.
Fiber never completely leaves my work alone, tangles, odd irregular knots and random stitches have started to appear in places I never expected them. I remember being a bored 4 year-old and begging my grandmother for something to do. She gave me a needle, some thread and a piece of cloth and told me to sew something. It was a wonderful mess, completely random but completely entrancing. I might as well still be on that porch on Pearl St. enchanted by the way string brought things together.