52”h x 52”w x 2.75”d
Rayon embroidery thread, bondaweb, PearlEx pigments, felt, dupioni silk
In January of 2019, the night sky offered a spectacle — a towering blood moon so commanding that photographers across the world rushed outside, hoping to pin its brilliance in pixels. I stood there too, staring upward, knowing that if I wanted to truly honor it, I’d need to translate its presence into thread, light, and shadow instead of glass and lenses.
The moon here is built with textured threadwork and translucent layers, glowing as if still lit from behind. Slender willow branches stretch upward, suspended between museum glass so they cast shifting shadows across the lunar surface — just as the trees did that night when the world stood still to watch the sky turn red.
This piece is less a picture of the moon and more a memory of its power — a reminder that sometimes the sky is so enormous it makes us small, and sometimes art must stretch just as far to meet it.
