
A story about democracy and quilting… (Part 1)
As I watched the riot on TV, I sketched to keep my hands busy. I was thinking about how fragile our institutions are, how democracy requires everyone to agree on the legitimacy of the system. I was thinking of forms like Greek columns breaking apart, tumbling, leaning, becoming thin and unstable and shot through with a blood-red lighting strike. Continue reading A story about democracy and quilting… (Part 1)