Bowls of Memory
My maternal grandfather, Thomas Robinson Aiken, left Ireland the year before the Titanic sailed and eventually made his way to Los Angeles to work as a motorman on the red cars. Images and scraps of the past are hand or machine sewn, glued, or printed on cloth.
String, cotton, glue, hand and machine stitched [6' x 6']“over the bowls of memory, where every hollow holds a hallow…" James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake 
