Regrets That Can’t Be Mended
March 17 – April 17, 2014
March 26, 2014 2:00 – 4:00 PM
Mon – Fri 10 AM – 3 PM
Wed – Thu 10 AM – 7 PM
I stitch images that reveal pure moments in everyday life. Through the repetitive motions of embroidery, I join the physical material with emotions and reconcile observable facts with everyday truths.
Historically, women have used embroidery as a creative outlet for coping with the challenges of life. On towels and tablecloths, reflections of household chores and alphabets for learning were carefully stitched. This pastime was a common part of women’s domestic life.
I also photograph images of everyday life. I do not claim to be a photographer but have a need to capture moments in time that interest me. Many of my photographs inform my embroidery work, yet there are photographs that can only speak for themselves that cannot be altered, stitched or mended.
The idea for the show “Regrets That Can’t Be Mended” came from a journal entry I made about a year ago.
“Ever wake up and the recollection of certain memories come to mind and the journey unfolds. It’s like watching a stream of consciousness movie. One thought connects to the next and they are all within your life but not necessarily related and then boom one memory brings it to a stop. I guess I will never understand – yet I do understand, but will never understand why? It’s the few incredible happy memories in life that you smile back on and wonder why do we impart deaths on lives and relationships while we still have the opportunity to live and make richer memories as opposed to the absolute of death and regrets that can’t be mended? It all relates to time which we think we will always have yet know there’s not enough of yet need to delicately balance in order for things to grow and mend.”
One of the gifts of having a child with severe disabilities is the realization that there are inherent needs to being human. We are born with feelings that create the need for love, security and companionship. There are choices in life that define who we are, what we believe and how we treat each other. We regret some moments that we can address and make better and there are moments that can never be “mended”. In my work, I am not only recreating intimate moments, but I am contemplating the choices we make.