These hand-stitched pods came in the wake of my now ex-husband's near-death accident after which I was thrust into the role of caregiver for several months. Continuing with my artwork was challenging because I only had small windows of time while waiting during appointments or in small increments between other demands on my time or energy. The pods became the perfect thing to work on - portable and I could see the progress I was making and feel productive whether I had hours or only minutes to work.
I came to see the pods as small containers to hold my mercurial emotions. The act of stitching was a productive release of these emotions I was holding and oftentimes was otherwise unable to express. The pods became containers for the emotions like shock, pain and overwhelm I was feeling, but I also came to regard the French knots as seeds of hope, patience and perseverance that were being protected by the pods.
As I look back from the first pods to the last, I see the stitching change in density, from fairly bound up and compact to lighter and with more flow as it reflected my situation at home shifting and improving. I stitched close to 100 pods in the first year, and came to really appreciate the therapeutic value of having artwork that I could concentrate on amid the post-accident chaos.