The treadle sewing machine stood center stage in the sewing room, and it was an instrument of fascination. The mere act of threading the needle seemed to require precision well beyond that of ordinary humans. And steering the fabric under the presser foot, while pedaling in methodical rhythm was like driving a manual transmission automobile with a hypersensitive clutch.
This excerpt is taken from the book “Holding Her Hand”, where the artist makes a personal commentary on each of the paintings. To read the full commentaries, the book is available for purchase.