In 1976 I started quilting to fill a void in my life, I had a job that was tedious and thankless, there was nothing to show for all the work I did no product, no finished piece to hold, once it was completed it was gone we moved on to another job.
Therefore, I started quilting to give me that feeling of satisfaction of creating something beautiful, to hold, something I created that was the original motive. Let us say I have gone far beyond that goal, I have found my Art, and I call it spontaneous combustion or construction. When an idea comes, I jump in and work on it to the end, I may do an all-night er or a couple, but I am compulsive, I must complete it. I spend hours just looking at it, adjusting it, picking just the right piece, ripping out, re-arranging I become totally absorbed in the process. Quilting has become my passion, that is why my family calls me the Quilt Lady--oh and I collect antique quilts, I have a few to fuel my obsession.
The truth be known I am compulsive and I have many passions, Quilting is number one of many.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again