During a week trip to my grandmother's house she taught me the basics of quilting. It was that same week that I got my first period. In my mind, my grandmother couldn’t possibly understand what I was going through. Rather than tell her, I kept it a secret during the rest of the trip and used toilet paper in replacement of the usual feminine hygiene products.
Today, I’ve become much more comfortable speaking about my period; however, throughout puberty I was always embarrassed to speak about it. This piece tells the story of my first period and opens a dialogue for others to share their own.
My use of textiles is an ode to my grandmother and the weekend my period began. My work challenges the perception and validity of fabric art and periods. Half of the population is female, yet their periods and craft are similarly dismissed and ignored. Because of this many young girls, like myself, find themselves ashamed and embarrassed of their periods.