“I’m Here” Identity
There is no word that accurately represents “Identity” in Japanese language. People in Japan relate as community. The name written above was not intentionally written with all capital letters for the family name. I was surprised to see I had done that. Japanese people usually address me as
I am a Tree
Over my lifetime I have embraced many identities–only child, big sister, student, artist, teacher, wife, mother, grandmother, friend. As I said before, identity is fluid, ever changing and each of us is, perhaps, the person least able to describe ourselves. It has always been, for me, that the
Diverse Identities
I was thinking about the new (to me) phenomenon of people claiming gender identities other than male and female. I started out with that as my quilt theme. But my quilt turned out more about sexual orientation. Which is not so unusual anymore. “Gay” and “lesbian,”
Leave traces behind
The most distinctive mark of our outward appearance is our fingerprint. Every day we are leaving a multitude of traces in the analog as well as in the digital world, without allowing anybody to gain insight into our hearts. Thus we have to ask ourselves: Who are we an
I Am Who I Am
I am an introspective type of person. I think I am the only one who truely knows the mess that is in my head. So I felt I should attempt a self portrait for this prompt as it would be a first for me and an attempt to look
Young Self
I made two quilts for this prompt. The first one sort of began back in the spring, when I took a class from Paula Kovarik about machine quilting on a domestic sewing machine. Here is a picture of me showing some of my stitched assignments from that class. One assignment
LINE Marks Identity in Japanese
By Sharaku, 1794 Portrait of a famous Kabuki actor from the Edo period (1600-1868). This “ukiyo-e” woodblock print was made more than 200 years ago. One can see at a glance that it is Japanese. It has no shadows and features outline. Chōjū-giga, literally,
”Tell them who you are…”
I made this piece a couple of years ago. It is called “You don’t really know me until you look beneath the surface.” As older women, my friends and I often feel that out in the world people see us, with our white hair, or our knitting, as “Grandma” or “Old
My identity?
“Identity” is a prompt that is never easy for me. Thinking about the identity that can define me gave me some embarrassment. It is an unfamiliar theme to me. I think Identity is an indicator to define what kind of person I am. What is the identity that can
Multiple Identities
I was thinking about our last theme, Masks, and how this new one really ties neatly into it. I think we all have within us multiple identities, which we show to the world wearing different hats or masks. Not to be confused with multiple personality disorder which