My transformation from thinking of myself as “artistic” to thinking I might be an “artist” started with quilts.

I love quilts. When I lived in central Illinois, I regularly visited the National Quilt Museum in Paducah, KY, to ooh and aah. Yet I never had any desire to sew a quilt. Never.

Fast forward to 2016 when I visited a quilt exhibit in Austin, TX, where I now live. As I wandered through the cavernous event center, I wondered, “Can I duplicate this beauty in paper instead of fabric?” Quest on!

I still think of my artwork, which is all paper based, as “quilts” – composed mostly alcohol-inked Yupo paper and anything that sparkles. But I now call my pieces “collages” to avoid confusion. All my artwork is original. No prints.