My North Carolina grandmother was a weaver. Today her four harness Leclerc loom is part of my studio in New Orleans. When I first set up the loom in the Tennessee mountains I found a bag of shuttles and reed hooks, spindles and bobbins, and a length of cloth strips, stitched end to end and wound into a ball. In that ball of rag rug weft my mother recognized material from a childhood dress. The tradition is unbroken. I am a weaver in a family of weavers.
Inspired by light and sky I weave table mats, scarves, and backpack panels. I use upholstery remnants to make rag rugs on cotton warps….useful, beautiful, thoughtful things.