My Mom’s mom, was always known as Abuela. She lived about 2 miles away from us in the suburbs of Long Island. A Spanish immigrant she refused to learn English and always seemed to be in a battle against someone or something. A former seamstress, the only time I ever experienced her patience was when she tried to teach me how to sew. Which I hated. Years later I was gifted these unfinished crochet squares made by her and incorporated them into this textile piece.
Cotton crochet yarn, cardboard