Alone again.

I made this quilt to work through issues of my being a widow. It documents my journey to find who I am again now that I am alone.

She speaks to me and is me.

The story I tell is in the border. It begins with the upper left hand corner with the moon and the stars a normal night in the life of Mary. It moves down and over at the same time it moves to the right and then down the story surrounds her.

I am awaken to turmoil (people on my front porch telling me my husband has been killed) that sends me spinning, (this the curved lines,) this continues until I come to the triangles which is sharp painful that poke me and hurt me, I then move to the squares which is "blocking it all out" I am moving through my berevement a maze, hitting dead ends, feeling lost, I move on and find the road is smooth I am learning my 'new normal' I drift along finding my way ... until bang I hit one year and pain is renewed and starts all over again

Yet like Pandora my journey ends in "hope" the circle of green.