An homage to my late husband.

All hand painted raw edge applique, machine free motion stitched, cottons, bamboo batting.

Joan Kantor is a fellow artist and ekphrastic poet. She reached out to me after viewing this piece, and shared a resonating poem she wrote 40 years ago. With her permission, I would love to share it with all of you.

Back to Life

I’m hollow
in this naked house
stripped bare
of him
of what was home
My father’s gone
His hearth is cold
but peeking
from beneath his bed
an empty slipper waits
the mold of a familiar shape
poured again
Out steps the man
and joyful
I remember

Author, Joan Kantor