Pieces and Resistance

It was time to make a little quilt for my grand daughter to play on. I took a yard of printed fabric, and went to town. I smiled all the w...

I've set aside work that is earmarked to go on exhibit this summer at RIT. As I write, campus is shut down. The reopening is not yet s...

Every Tuesday night for almost a half century the Golden Link Folk Singing Society gets together for a sing-around. Now a-days we zoom aro...

A couple of emails about how I hang my pieces on the wall, and I photoed the stuff I need to make my own hangers with magnets. Here are th...

It goes on through snow, rain, sun. I keep putting up a yard in my yard. Can't think when I'll stop. Maybe when this restriction i...

After days (weeks?) of cold dark, the day brought sun and above 50 degrees. So, it was time to visit the memorial tree for my mother-in-la...

For over 30 days I've hung out a printed yard on my front yard tree. Today they get washed and ironed and sorted to sell, keep, or use...

I've yet to make a "baby quilt" specifically for my grand daughter, so I thought I'd just put together two fabrics and s...

The fundraiser for Rochester Contemporary asks for donations of 6" x 6" art. They're anonymously sold for $20. I'll just...

I've printed a batch of scarves. They are about 6 feet of crepe de chine silk in a loop. They're beautiful, and I sell them. But s...

Instead of a night out at the local cafe, I've tuned in to a zoom broadcast of members who would be playing there. Such a strange and ...