My Creative Journey: Part 2 Sewing
I was the middle one of 3 girls. My mother was very traditionally Dutch. She believed that we should all learn to play piano, cook and sew. At age 6 she sent me off every Saturday morning to her best friend, Nancy Grant. Nancy was an enormously talented baker, chef and seamstress who taught me how to cut patterns, use a sewing machine and make my own clothes.
In high school I was a science major, and later became a math, science and biology teacher. I was apparently never interested in drawing or painting but my best friends were artists or musicians and I was drawn to those more creative and inspired thinkers.
In the UK I worked as a staticistician in Cambridge, analyzing crops and teaching farmers how to optimize their harvest and manage their land but on weekends I visited London galleries and museums.
While my European parents shared their love of theater, music, food and culture they did not cover their walls in art nor adorn their mantle with sculpture however I have been a prolific collector for many years. People buy art for many reasons and for me it is an emotional decision to surround myself in beauty and creativity, usually inspired by artists that I know and love.
When I later moved to New York I studied at the Embroiderers Guild of America and there I met Rhett Delford-Brown who would forever change my life.
CONTINUE THE CREATIVE JOURNEY...
It was 1983. I was usually scouting Amish Country for old quilts and selling them to collectors in Australia, Japan and England. One weekend while poking around at the flea market in Berkshire, MA I came across a man who would again forever change my life.
In 1980 I was invited to study Art at Parsons School of Design in New York City. My first Class was Graphic Design taught by the most handsome man I had ever met, Seaver Leslie. Seaver had graduated from RISD along side friend Dale Chihuly with whom he collaborated on a wonderful exhibition inspired by James Joyce, Ulysses Cylinders.
In 1978 I left Boston and moved to New York City. I was immediately inundated with sensory overload. The constant bellow of alarms and sirens, revolting stench of garbage on the street, the sheer immense volume of people and the unnerving hustle and bustle both excited and overwhelmed my nervous system.