I'm Becca. 

It was only recently, with the encouragement of friends, that I started to conceptualize the things I make as "art" - for most of my life, they've simply been the items that filled my house, whether for function or for decoration. 

I took drawing classes as a child but was frustrated by my limitations, and ultimately gave it up. At the same time, though, I sewed - as a teenager and young adult, I was always tailoring my clothing, patching holes, and making little embroidered decorations - but again, I saw my sewing purely from a functional perspective. In 2017 though, something changed. following a breakup I made my first big quilt. It started as an attempt to patch some large holes in a wool blanket (likely a product of my grandfather's cigarette smoking), and ultimately the patches morphed into a vision of the cabin we stayed in as children up in the north woods. At that time I was unmoored and unsure of my next steps, and the hand-stitching soothed my anxiety, while the unfamiliar medium took away the pressure I'd created on myself when drawing to recreate things hyperrealistically. From there, more quilts followed, usually in bursts, and usually when I was distressed or struggling somehow. 

The meaning behind my work (or lack thereof, in some cases) varies from project to project, and each piece has its own story. My current focus is embroidery, particularly embroidery that tells the story of my own experiences as a trans and neurodivergent person interacting with this country's incredibly broken mental health care system .