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I once worked on a grant for the Germantown Historical Society cataloging their textile collection and fell in love with the objects and their history. Each piece had a story. Who wore it? Who made it? Why had it ended up in a museum? What hopes and dreams were intertwined in the very fibers and what had happened to them? Time and circumstance had brought their own twists and turns to best-made plans.
Several years ago I began a book of collaged bits. Little bits of this and little bits of that - things I had kept - they also told me stories, brought back memories, created emotions and made me wonder, remember, and dream. Each page created it's own world - some of age, some of contrast, all creating questions and worlds of their own. It began as all fiber but other objects have made their way here - paper, drawings, buttons, shells, bits of metal, leaves, seeds . . .
Then as I began to work with my rusty bits, some of that dyeing found its way here, adding layers of distressed detail. I recently took the book apart, letting each page stand on it's own and then creating more. Much of my stash of fabric bits came from my grandmother, her sister, and her cousins. I think of them as I work - as I rework pieces they had worked on years ago - as young women, as mothers and as grandmothers. I think this collection is just beginning.