Installations

The bed, my friend, is our whole life. It is there where we are born, it is there that we love, it is there that we die. Guy de Maupassant.

Quilts breathe life into a space whether on the wall or on a bed. They are familiar because we are enfolded in cloth from birth to death. They are memory keepers.

In cots, exhibitions in a formal gallery or a café, warming impersonal hospital spaces, the works give character and some sound insolation.