An artist of great talent, Ann Brauer
posts today asking "how do you rage against the night?
Before my cancer diagnosis, I focused on production work. The disorientation of disease knocked a hole in that plan.
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Angry Quilt Linda Dunn |
This piece came when I finally responded with my hands and my eyes to what was happening. A journal page of sorts, for anyone to see.
The piece was a turning point. I still make work to sell, but I welcome the ones that are more personal, too. This quilt was made in response to my father's Alzheimer's disease:
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Trying to Remember Linda Dunn |
Most recently, I have been pondering change and age. My daughter is about to fledge.
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Notes to My Daughter Linda Dunn |
My mother's sister died in childbirth. My mom is nearing death. This painting is from a photo of my mother's sister, as a toddler. She died in childbirth when I was three.
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Lost in the Garden Linda Dunn |
Our lives are ephemeral and yet we are so intensely here. Memory is fluid, mutable, but it drives so who we are. It's all a mystery.
So is making art. I am never so here-but-not-here as when the paints fall on fabric.