Project Statement

Along with this my mother’s house, came many things (and strings). Some - I chose to hold dear. Others - were simply left behind.

A jar of marbles... a basket full of fabric scraps - were among them. The scraps are what remains of my mother’s art. The marbles are a part of her childhood.

For years they’ve sat while I’ve wondered how I might take this precious legacy and make it my own. I’ve worried it would not be enough. I’ve feared I’d never do it justice.

Bright new lights allowed me to see. Time has given me permission to listen.

The shapes... the color... the texture and light. It’s what my mother so loved. Her remains are a part of who I am - a gift.
I’ve had all I’ve needed.
Within me...