I Paint with Cotton Thread

My craft is weaving cotton threads into one-of-a-kind embroidered tapestries that tell a story with every stitch.

My craft is weaving cotton threads into one-of-a-kind embroidered tapestries that tell a story with every stitch.

Installation of botanical sculptures as a mobile with my favourite jeans from the Exuberance 2012, Craft Ontario exhibition

Met this jaunty fella on a stroll along the windy coast the other night. A performance artist working his mojo on a black boulder. There’s something magnetic about that flash of deep red against the black rock, an unexpected moment of colour and calm that compels you to slow down and look closer.
Henricia leviuscula, Pacific Blood red star


Pink clouds times two. Gobsmacked.

A long ribbon of sandy beach reaches out into the sea, tethered to the mainland at one end. Spits take shape here, sculpted by longshore drift as prevailing winds push waves along the shore, carrying and depositing sediment in slow, deliberate arcs. Observing this gentle unfolding of nature stirs a sense of rhythm and the subtle forces that continually reshape the land.

Small, precise, individual embroidery stitches emerge like whispers when the image’s color fades away; a tree slowly takes shape in this work in progress.

A giant among many, majestic and stoic. A center point for the eye to focus, it anchors the composition, drawing the viewer in with an unspoken gravity. Every line and shadow bends toward it, every hue chosen to amplify its presence, inviting contemplation, and letting the stillness speak. It is subject, guide and narrator of its own story. A reminder of how presence can command attention, and how form and light can evoke emotion. It teaches patience, observation, and the power of deliberate focus, challenging the artist to translate awe into a visual language that resonates beyond the canvas.

Waves shape the landscape. They fill the cavities and then withdraw. And then repeat. A continuous, persistent force of transformation, inspiring the eye to see beauty in motion, impermanence, and the quiet artistry of nature itself.



A narrow stream of water threads its way down the face of colossal cliffs glinting like liquid silver against the sheer, shadowed rock. Mist rises where it meets jagged outcrops, catching fragments of light and scattering their drops cradling the shore below.

The embers of a small fire flicker on the sandy shore, its warm glow dancing against the cool pastel hues of sunset. The scene inspires through its quiet contrasts of fire and water, warmth and breeze, motion and stillness and the fading sky light.