Henderson, NC USAWidth:
Denim and cotton fabrics; appliqué, machine quilting.Artist's Statement:
The old man sits in his chair at the window, gazing into the dark of night, waiting for a sign from someone or something unknown. He refuses to move and cannot be nudged into conversation. He is intent, if not content; he is patient. At last his signal comes and his face glows from a light within his heart and the appearance of a star among the heavens. "It's her," he whispers, "I knew she'd come." I look up to see only the stars of a million planets, and, afraid of where his mind has traveled in his darkness, although I cannot decipher one star from another, I am reluctant to question him more. "It's her," he insists, "Can't you see her?" "Who, uncle?" I ask, leaning down to see from his chair. At that moment, in the rarest of movement of moon and light together, I gaze into the glass of his window and see the reflection of my aunt, pictured beside his table, shining on the image of the star. "I see her, uncle. I see her."
The old man settles into his chair, holding the picture of his beloved wife taken from him by death, satisfied that she had come to him again, and whispers into the silence, not to me, but to the love of his life, "I'll love you forever.".
Peggy Trickler Dedication:
To my uncle, whose love for my aunt can reach all the way to a star in the heavens.
This quilt is displayed with a picture hook
This quilt earned $35.00 for the AAQI.