My mother and grandmother taught me to sew at an early age.  In fact, I have been sewing almost as long as I have been drawing.  Growing up, fabric from my grandparents store in Worcester, Massachusetts spilled out of every closet in our New York apartment.  These yards of taffeta, organdy, polished cotton and linen tangibly connected my mother to her family.

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My work is about stories, memories and loss.  It is about what connects our lives.  Fabric, thread and the act of sewing connect me to the important people who formed me.  It also connects me to a rich art form that has been practiced for thousands of years.