Artist Information: The only art class I've ever taken was a pottery class in high school. My teacher gave me a passing grade out of mercy along with the suggestion that I investigate Home Ec. My Home Ec. teacher seemed overly concerned with the fact that my top and bobbin threads rarely matched, my hems were wave-like and that, occasionally, my darts were sewn wrong side out. She was not merciful.
I graduated from college, got married and was working before I ever thought of making a quilt. My friends started having babies. Gifts were required. What was I to do? Drawing on my art and sewing background (and books swiped from the bookstore where I worked) I made baby quilts. Although these quilts were actually functional, made to withstand baby poop and multiple machine washings, my friends hung them on the walls of their baby's room. Whether as art or to ward off home invaders I was never certain.
But it gave me an idea. Quilt making became my creative outlet, my art. My stitches are all over the place, my threads might stick up or hang loose, seam allowances are dead to me and if points match it's completely accidental. Although I began with only cloth I've slowly added newspaper, junk mail, paint, plastic, aluminum, bottle caps and even some shotgun shells to my quilts. Over the years my style has changed but some things remain the same: ignorance of the rules, difficulty following instructions and amazing imprecision. These are my strengths.