Lea Ann Ferring is a dear friend and talented fabric artist. She was very kind to donate two of her art pieces to benefit 1CaT, and we are most grateful. Lea Ann has been a 1CaT supporter from the beginning, and also was a huge help in 1CaT becoming a nonprofit. Her art quilts are unique and beautiful, and "Hope" is no exception. On this particular quilt, Lea Ann used monoprinting with acrylic paint and machine quilting to create the feather🪶. In seeing this feather, Lea Ann was reminded of Emily Dickinson’s poem, “”Hope” is the Thing with Feathers🪶 ”. [See below to read the poem.] The subdued colors that Lea Ann chose for this quilt evoke hope and optimism, which we all need these days. Check out the closeup photos to see details of Lea Ann's art. The price of this cool and striking quilt would be $95 at our Cloudcroft, NM gift shop/gallery Off the Beaten Path.

About the Artist:

Lea Ann Ferring, Mayhill, NM

Lea Ann Ferring grew up visiting Cloudcroft and the Sacramento Mountains, and was blessed to move to the Mayhill area full time 10 years ago. "Nature excites me and I love to capture it using fiber art,” Lea Ann states. "I create realistic or whimsical scenes using a variety of materials and techniques.” Through her fiber art, Lea Ann explores texture using felting, quilting, hand stitching and painting with cottons, hand-dyed wools, recycled silks, beads, and various weight embroidery threads. "My favorite pieces come about by asking 'what if' as I apply different techniques.” Nature is her inspiration for color and texture. She works with commercial fabric, hand-dyed fabric, silks, wool roving, lace, ribbons and images on paper and fabric. She likes to include found objects in her work where it is appropriate. 

Condition:
Excellent - no condition issues of any kind.
Size:
~9.75" H X 7.75" W X .5" D

“Hope” is the Thing with Feathers🪶

by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

And sings the tune without the words -

And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -

And sore must be the storm -

That could abash the little Bird

That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -

And on the strangest Sea -

Yet - never - in Extremity,

It asked a crumb - of me.