calcetín
Love the way this one turned out. It’s interlocking pieces pushing outward. Full of life. Passion.
The cuff is special. Went to Toronto, took a class at Museum of Contemporary Art. Lino printing. The hearts give it more life, they are like butterflies coming out of the work. The beads on the tassel are also collected over time, some of them handmade.
Used paint chips, pieces of fabric from other projects, and of course, some of the silk from Christy in this one.
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Every year, the Rocky Mountain Bead Society hosts a bead show—a gathering of artists, collectors, and creatives. It used to be held at the old Merchandise Mart, where rows of independent artists displayed their one-of-a-kind creations.
That’s where I first discovered a talented resin bead artist. Her beads were more than beautiful; they solved a challenge I often faced—choosing a color scheme. I don’t have an instinct for color, but these beads became my guide. Their hues and patterns led me, shaping my designs in ways I hadn’t imagined.
Inspired by one particular bead, I expanded its elements, layering textures and patterns, letting its influence grow into something uniquely my own.
A few years ago, I learned that the artist had passed away. At another show, her sister was there, selling the last of her work. I only wish she had known how her creativity sparked mine—how a single bead, made by her hands, carried its inspiration forward.batik back
tread lightly
love the way this one turned out. for years, i ran with a friend, and this was the tread of her shoe. we logged thousands of miles.
over time, things went sideways. wasn’t sure i wanted to finish this one, but another friend suggested the approach - tread lightly, and it made sense. the same friend thought the toe looked like porcupine quills. that wasn't intentional, but if the shoe fits…
the band at the top is an iKat fabric from Uzbekistan - purchased with my mom, most enduring friend.
love is a wild thing.
Kacey Musgraves on repeat.
"You can’t find it, sitting on the shelf in a store.
If you try to hide it, it’s gonna shine even more.
Even if you lose it, it will find you."
Love isn’t predictable. It moves like rivers searching for the ocean, like flowers breaking through concrete, like melodies carried on the wind. It thrives in the unexpected, blooming where you least expect it.
I had pieces of bright silk that felt like this song—vibrant, untamed, alive. I stitched them together, starting with leaves unfurling from a single point. But soon, the design took on a life of its own. Shapes overlapped, hearts and petals intertwined, movement spilled beyond the lines. It felt wild, like love itself—uncontainable, ever-growing, beautifully free.
Love is a wild thing.
waves of intensity
Years ago, I found a small collection of resin beads at a local bead show — vibrant, full of life, and unlike anything I’d seen. I went searching for more, only to learn the artist had passed away. Her sister was quietly selling off the remaining inventory at a little table.
It felt bittersweet to buy them — sad to know the artist was gone, but meaningful to carry her work forward. These resin beads became the foundation of this piece — a way to honor her talent and spirit.
I’m drawn to the deep color waves in the beads. They remind me of life itself: unpredictable, layered, and sometimes intense. I paired them with silk gifted to me by Christy (every stocking includes a piece of her) — a mix of textures that somehow just works.
This piece was also meant to draw inspiration from textiles I hoped to find in Otavalo, Ecuador. But the trip was cut short due to civil unrest. Still, I brought home a single handwoven belt from a market in Quito. It now crowns the top of the piece — a marker of where the story began, and a promise to return.
Until then, the journey continues — and so does the stitching. A new idea is already taking shape.