Everything she knows about quilting she learned from me.
Actually, that's a big fat lie, but it sounds good, doesn't it?
For many years she has been taking the ole 9-patch quilt process and reimagining it into something so much, much more that I burst into tears when I saw her recent exhibit in St. Louis.
That is how good she is.
Some of these projects I've seen through the years (Joyce will not be rushed), so it was with great anticipation that I saw five of her gorgeous projects hanging in the Regional Arts Commission gallery in University City. It's on Delmar, so drive down there pronto.
These are two of her works being inspected by two women. I made Joyce hang around and eavesdrop on the comments people were making about her work.
She was less than enthusiastic in going all PI on these private conversations. We journalism graduates, however, are not above leaning into a private discussion.
My favorite comment was "Joyce Briscoe. We must remember that name."
Here's the quilt that made me cry. It is the first piece you see entering the gallery.
Connection has been toted all over the country, including my house, changing with Joyce's thoughts, mood, and cares. My pictures in no way begin to show the beauty of this quilt. It must be examined.
"...Over the many years it took to hand applique and hand-quilt it, it came to be about connection -- how we separate ourselves from each other and how we sometimes find subtle paths that lead us back together again."
Joyce is also a writer, incorporating very personal stories and quotes into her finished quilts.
These two are glimpses of a larger piece with
Cried at this one, too.
Definitely take tissue when you go. Just saying.
This work, called Remembering, is complex and requires a post in itself to describe and explain the organza envelopes, the words of author Marilynne Robinson, a Japanese grandfather, and the fear of forgetting words.
I get this.
Joyce's passion for story telling is evident, touching and beautiful.
What are you working on these days?