A few days ago it felt like spring. I grabbed some plywood and the jigsaw to make the backing for the mother piece.

Who knew fiber art involved power tools? It also involves nails.

There’s eighteen because I lived with my mother for eighteen years. They’re rusty to represent old emotional wounds. The big one in the middle represents the surgeon’s knife that cuts into women, my mother included, to remove the Endometriosis.

I was cutting a hole into the figures and took this picture.

A dramatic action shot!

Something changed when I started working on the backing. I started enjoying the piece. It’s hanging on the wall now and it feel good to look at it. I don’t want to keep it hanging there but for now it’s nice. I feel like I worked through a big emotional hurdle. I have no idea how people will react to the piece at the show but I’m so grateful I made it.