The tradition of quilting reflects the people who create it. As its history piles on content, the quilt gains mysticism. While making quilts that take years to complete one could move from stability to instability, from strong to frail, from right to wrong, all in the duration of its creation. How does something functional, picturesque, and everyday, reveal its secrets? The shifting of time, geography, economics, culture, politics impact the way the very same quilt pattern looks and functions.

The pattern is not individually owned, it is borrowed, changed, copied, and used. It may be by name, execution, or utility the pattern morphs to suit the needs of the maker. Like quilters before me; I milk the quilt patterns and the notion and reality of time spent in the making. Reflecting the ever-shifting stability and instability of our time and of ourselves.

With the use of paint and fabric, printed pattern and patchwork, I combine layers, interrupted, salvaged and quilted. My work is figurative in nature; the characters are reminiscent of copperplate etched toile figures, in which the scenes romanticize the condition of the working classes as quaint, as history romances the past. Sharing of a visual plane without existing together the figure and fabric, quilt and stitch create the story expressed as survivors of internal and external histories. Quilts silently reflect politics, self, society and like the Quilt pattern, history is remembered, copied and yet it still changes to suit the needs of the current time. The quilt gives up its secrets in tiny clues, missed stitches, mismatched sections and repairs, as the quilt survives and is mended so are we.