it starts with a simple idea: bird, house, tree. or a scene or feeling that itches to be built. I dig into the bits and pieces I have gathered; found objects, botanically dyed fragments of fabric. I build things in my head long before I turn to creating. from thought to the time of my first stitch is reflective and then it becomes its own thing. separate from me and yet part of what makes me me. the act of stitching is soothing and allows for a quieting of my mind.