THE BLUE VASE TAPESTRY 5'10"w x 6'10''h $975   THE BLUE VASE Folks used to say that you could set your clock by the lenght of Mama’s stitch. When we asked Mama why that was she told us it was because she loved numbers. When we asked her why it was she loved numbers she laughed, “Because you can count on them.” “Math," she said, "besides the Bible, is the closest thing to the language of God that we humans have.” She told us that the universe is a perfect mathmatical equation. She looked for that perfect equation in everything, Whether she was gazing at the stars, or cooking bean soup, working out the progression of a piano chord, or wrapping a present. Whenenever us kids watched her arranging flowers in that blue vase of hers, well, we knew she’d found it.

AFRICA DREAMS TAPESTRY 5'6"w x 3'4"h $550   AFRICA DREAMS Flat beneath her weight of heat and elephant, Africa dreams. Vulchur swoons into her silent straw landscape, Giraffe leaps into her stark white sun, Stiff tree mimes her ragged cloud. Africa dreams. Beneath her paradox of peace and movement Memory of net and bar fray her edges. Africa dreams.

INDIAN SUMMER TAPESTRY 3'9''w x 6'10"h $975   INDIAN SUMMER Summer forced itself right on into fall that year, relentless and unforgiving as the neckties  and high heels                                                  we still wore to work back then. The sun’s own flowers had to turn away their faces. But, oh my God! How sweet the mornings,                                                   the coming of the night.

NOVEMBER HILLS  TAPESTRY 3'9"w x 4'1"h $550   NOVEMBER HILLS  November has returned to the Anderson Valley, and with it, the egret. Her white reflection marks a question against the three willows at pond’s edge. Near the lone oak five sheep graze on new grasses raised and greened by recent rain. Tall thin trunks and slender limbs of nearly naked poplars knit gray wood lace across Van Gogh blue sky and across knolled vineyards the color of old brick streaked with moss, and then crest in a few final yellow leaf dabs. Tan hills spread and roll into one another like lover’s thighs, indifferent to the cacophonous post harvest cries of hungry birds.

MARGARITA TAPESTRY 3'10"w x 5'8"h $775   MARGARITA   You couldn’t be with her for more than five minutes without knowing the Lord had made His claim on her. That her oldest son celebrated his own birthday   by giving her flowers, and that all those grown children of hers wanted her to come live with them, testified to who she was as a mother    That gypsy-eyed shed-boy she loved will always be something of a mystery to folks, but we do know that this: Like a scientist cloning an entire entity from a single cell—   given a shred from any verse in the Bible he could reconstruct the total story of salvation, and that was good enough for her.