(Mannington, West Virginia)
Salvaged rusted tin, button, thread
Humble beginnings: salvaged roofing tin, aged and weathered to perfection in the misty mountains of my homestead in West Virginia. Holding the piece up to the light, illuminating the holes, indicates where I stitch with heavy button thread. The process of using light to determine my stitching feels almost sacred. Even now, I must close my eyes and put my hand over my heart, lest the feeling escape. After years of working with fabric, I started working with metal after a breast cancer diagnosis in July 2020. I knew no one that had breast cancer. I live a quiet, peaceful, soulful life, yet this level of solitude was new territory for me. I found a courage in myself I didn't know existed. I believe the transition of working with fabric to metal is an outward representation of this newfound bravery. My "mettle" is now expressed in metal.