First Hankie Progress

Here I am sitting in Mimo's (my great grandma) wicker rocker, next to her lamp, embroidered pillow and china cabinet in the corner. As the only grandchild, I have been lucky to inherit treasured antiques that I enjoy. My grandmother loved these pieces of furniture. My mother went the modern design route of the early sixties, linear, simple shapes. I love the old pieces. I don't collect much, it's the connection I have with these pieces that I value.

Here is my first hankie. I'm still working on it. As you can see, my stitching is very simple, I would never finish one word if I were doing beautiful script. So far it says, "My left ovary, thank you for keeping me alive. For holding my deepest most ..." I'll catch you up as I go along. The night before my doctor visit, I also had a scare about my husband, which I could feel in my pelvic center. It made me realize that fear is held here as well.

Some of my thinking about art is changing as I work on this project. I used to think of art mostly as an achievement and a commercial endeavor. I am opening to the healing potential of art on a personal level, rather than theoretical. This is a sweet place to be.

I welcome your comments on art and healing.