I began quilting when my son was sick. While he slept, I hand stiched pieces trying to find my way through his illness. It was as if each stitch became a prayer. Instead of using a rosary and reciting the Our Fathers and Hail Marys, I stitched and created trying to work through the pain. After Tyler passed away, quilting became my passion, my outlet. This is when I wanned from traditional quilting and became passionate for art quilts. I felt they let me express my feelings, which were many. And so mixed, at that. I am also a teacher, so have not tried to pursue a career in quilting, although it is a dream I have.
As anyone knows who has lost a loved one, you never get over the pain-you adapt. I will continue my journey of adaptation through creating my art. Even if my work is never notices nationally, it has been my knot on the end of the rope.