ARTIST’S STATEMENT I Am I remember the first time I thought that I might be. It didn’t make sense that I was. But how was I to know? I wasn’t a hair dresser, or a florist, or a cross dresser. They were the only ones I knew. I wasn’t like them. So, I couldn’t be. Maybe everyone had the same feelings as me. Felt like me. That would make me normal. And I lived my life as if I was. Normal. I dated. Women I married and bought a house. It was all as it should be. Once I fell in love. With a man. We had a torrid affair. And again, I thought that I might be. But I had an infant son. And I couldn’t be. Dads couldn’t be. It was 1975. So, I forgot about it. For the most part. I remembered to straighten my wrist when the topic came up. Deepen my voice. I acted more like a man. And I wasn’t. Time passed. Years passed. The world changed. I changed. I rarely wondered if I was. I knew. One night, standing on a brid
... I'm just a guy who likes to make quilts ... and tell stories. Every day is an adventure as I try new things. Like the rest of life it seems, what can be done in quilt making is limited only by my imagination. What an incredibly exciting journey! This blog continues on from my farm blog ... willowgardenshetlands.blogspot.ca ... email ... b.stearman@hotmail.com