I am still playing with pattern, texture, colour and imagination. Art Journal pages have layers just like quilts.
A luggage tag and hotel business card from my father's trips for work and to visit my brother overseas, a ticket to a Broadway play that my husband and I remember with pleasure, and my membership card from the tennis club I belonged to in Venelles during my father's sabbatical in Aix en Provence.
A page from my mother's address book with jottings in her amazing spidery scrunched handwriting and a note card from our neighbourhood community centre reminds me to be proud of my roots.
A photograph of an old fashioned plane collaged on top reminds me to be grateful for my wings.
I tell the kids "Don't worry, I'm still a quilter".
I'm a quilter, and a designer, and a singer, and a writer and an artist and a...