Sewing Machine


My earliest memories from my childhood were of standing next to my mother as she worked at her sewing machine.  She gave me fabric, thread and needle to play with while I watched her work. I would stitch the fabric through one side and then another multiple times and the pull the thread tight. In doing so the fabric would bunch up making amorphous shapes. These shapes were then titled “Liberace’s Pants”  This story is a continuing source of amusement for my family given the kind of work I do today.


Dubuque, Iowa


Dimensions (width × height)

0 × 24 × 42 in