I grew up on the outskirts of a small town in the Piedmont of North Carolina. I didn't realize how my environment was shaping how I would see the world for the rest of my life, but that is certainly what has happened.
I spent many afternoons roaming the aisles of fabric shops with my mother and sister, the shops that were plentiful back when textile mills dotted the landscape of the American South-especially my little town where there was Dora Mill, Esther Mill, Lily Mill, and Dover Mill. I soaked up all the colors and patterns that were tossed together in bins, and on bolts that lined the walls. The fabric store was my museum and I was always allowed to take a little of it home with me.
To me, the best things come from humble beginnings. I enjoy creating with recycled fabrics and I use an old sewing machine or stitch by hand. My paintings are usually oils, often with a traditional bent but rarely fussy- on canvas or board and often painted onsite.
Vincent Van Gogh
Course in Miracles
Rainer Maria Rilke
"But -Love? whispered the girl, blushing exquisitely. "It was you, mother, taught me what love means. I -I used to wonder how you could bear-poppa's ways, until I came to see that you accepted them as parts of him, like his voice and hair; and you accepted him twenty years ago. People think their children don't notice; but -it's beautiful, mother."
Emma Bell Miles