Need is a Voice

Need is a Voice

©2006, threadwork and acrylic paint on dyed and layered fabric; 75" x 56"

Partial funding for the creation of this piece was provided by a grant from the Surface Design Association.

We are hooked together, the sinning and the greedy.
My sloth commingles with your disorder, your
provincial entwines my lewd, my hungry slips
into your sad. Our storms decimate the same.

The eye alone at the rim is not afraid.
Truth, a hot loud clatter in our heads, green
and nearly bursting, all it needs is a voice
and the bud of space to bloom.

Give your word, touch my edge,
peel back the skinny seal over my conscience
with what you cannot tolerate –
and what I cannot speak emerges.

We are only vulnerable if we are one quiet finger
on the hand of deceit, only weak if we are silent.

Outlook

Yellow

Outlook

©2002, threadwork on layered and dyed cotton and silk, 37" x 45"
(based on a photo by Clare Bonser)

Eyes glance to the periphery,
equivocal, perplexed…

From here I am almost certain of today
– and of myself.

Yellow

©2006, threadwork on dyed and layered cotton, 52" x 89"

It was like the world wasn’t spinning the way it had. There were no stars and I wasn’t happy. One day it became new and I couldn’t see how
it had been. I was too far away. I didn’t care about my world. I didn’t care about anything at all. I didn’t feel right. I cried often. I slept a lot
or not at all. Either way it didn’t matter. Time was nothing. Just a dense atmospheric thing I had to get through. I was trying to get across
to the other side where it was safer.