SUMMER: Northern Peninsula, Newfoundland
I make mats.
I sing.
I photograph.
Meandering over the moors and into the coves that surround my house, there breathes a landscape so saturated with colour, so dense with flora and rock, icebergs, and wild skies, that it actually hurts my eyes to allow them in. The choreographed clotheslines, the old fish flakes and sheds, the engaging faces of my friends and neighbours, all connect me even deeper to the local lore and community. I try and seize these moments in photographic images, but on paper, really, they look like mere imitations of the real thing.
WINTER: Maine.
I make more mats.
First I design, then I hook, in primitive style, original stories that resonate then translate onto linen, using random yarns and fibres stashed from a long life's collection.
I sing.
Balkan and Eastern European folk melodies mostly, in dissonant and quarter tone harmonies that share the same palette as my mats...mustards, kiwis, pumpkins, ochres, periwinkles, minor keys...
I teach.
Vocal workshops, voice, textile design.