The Undermining of “Craft”

“Crafts” have occupied a large part of my life. I was fifteen years old when I knitted my first sweater.  My mother taught me to knit when I was so young my fingers had trouble wrapping the yarn around them.  I didn’t realize it then, but being left-handed certainly must have made it more difficult… Continue reading The Undermining of “Craft”

Power Struggles

Above is one of the images my teenage daughter sent me saying that she wants to dye her hair pink. I don’t have a problem with that, except for the fact that her hair is already pretty fried from having gone platinum (like Gwen Stefani) for years, and only in the last year plus has… Continue reading Power Struggles

Coping by Stitching

People often say to me things like – “You’re so patient” or “I could never do that, it’s so tedious.” What I want to tell them is that I am so NOT patient. I am incredibly impatient, so much so that as a child my impatience was something often commented on by others, not just… Continue reading Coping by Stitching

My Son, An Award & The MET

My son, Nic, who is a teenager and has been painting since he was old enough to pick up a brush, just won an award from Scholastic Art & Writing for one of his pieces.  It’s a portrait, done in acrylic on a large piece of wood, of a friend of his.  That painting will… Continue reading My Son, An Award & The MET

Where Art & Life Meets

When my daughter, Emma was diagnosed with autism I threw myself into research the way a starving man forages for scraps.  I describe it this way, because the degree of desperation I felt was acute, and at the time, I viewed autism as “life-threatening”.  It saddens me now, looking back, that the information we were… Continue reading Where Art & Life Meets