When we lived in Detroit, my husband was captivated by urban decay. It was a sympathetic admiration, one coming from provenance as well as a deep study of the city’s history and becoming an architect. He taught me how to see through a new lens. Where I used to look at winter as dull and bland, I now see the sculptural element of dormant and dead flora. I see paint peeling in an interesting way to reveal its past layers and the affect of its surroundings.
Ironically the final picture of this quilt was taken in a tidy planned neighborhood in Orlando, a bit far south from its inspiration. But I found a little grit there too.