Human Quilt - Share Your Story In A Square

The Human Quilt has a goal of sharing the lives, expressions, emotions, memories, secrets, and desires of people across the globe. Share your story in a square.Each square tells the story of a life. Please send a picture, drawing, poem, or any other form of expression to the Human Quilt. It is your story to tell. Send us your square to tell your story. Send your square, along with an explanation to: humanquilt@gmail.com.

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Friday, May 19, 2006

The Human Quilt

Quilting has long since been a product of tradition. Quilts have been passed down generation to generation in order to tell the story of families and friends. Throughout history, they have acted much like a scrapbook. Each square in a quilt tells a story. It's time for you to tell your story. The Human Quilt is a project to tell the story of people from around the world. Different backgrounds, cultures, or races do not matter on the Human Quilt. Each square tells the story of a life. Please send a picture, drawing, poem, or any other form of expression to the Human Quilt. Each square will show an emotion, a memory, a fear, a love, a secret, a desire, or anything else. It is your story to tell. Send us your square to tell your story.

Send your square, along with an explanation to: humanquilt@gmail.com.

Sunday, December 18, 2005


My granddaughter, Jordan Raine, is the subject of a bitter custody battle between her loving, committed father and a group of Mormon Fundamentalist polygamists.

Jordan's mother is Anazella Swapp, the daughter of an infamous, self-appointed prophet and polygamist leader who is still in prison for blowing up a church in 1988 followed by a 13-day standoff with police that left him injured and one officer dead. Her family has a violent polygamist history.

Mormon Fundamentalists believe that the only way to exaltation in heaven is to practice "The Principle" - polygamy. Polygamy and the Mormon Fundamental teachings have been deemed harmful to the well-being of children in studies done by psychologists. Children raised in these communities often live a life of statutory rape, incest, denial of public education, child-slave labor, arranged marriage, medical neglect, poverty, secrecy and isolation.

Polygamy is illegal in every state in the union and a felony in most.

Our family has united to help save our little girl. We maintain a blog to raise public awareness and chronicle the struggle we are experiencing. Please visit Saving Jordan Raine at http://savingjordan.blogspot.com/. We welcome your prayers. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, December 10, 2005


This is my son Jethro. The name "Jethro" means "God's Abundance" or "God's
Best". Jethro has a chromosomal inversion which is completely unique. He
cannot talk or walk although he is 8, but he is the most amazing child and
he has been God's Best for us. He is on his own little mission in this
world, loaned to us to help us grow up and to see how God sees us. When I
look at my wondeful son and feel overwhelmed by the love I feel for him, I
know how God looks at us, his broken children and I know he can and does
love us more than if we had been perfect. (We also have a completely normal,
beautiful girl, Dominique, who is sunshine personified. That is why her
second name is Ray) Posted by Picasa

Sunday, December 04, 2005


This square dates from July 2001. I was on the very edge of a complete breakdown, which sadly occurred a month later.

I live in Liverpool. I was visiting a friend of mine in London for a weeks break in the vain hope that I might be able to clear my head up. My friend was very concerned. I had no life in me. I am normally a chatty lively man but my friend was baffled as to why I was silent most of the time.

On this day we went to Westminster. From there to the Tower Of London is a favourite walk of mine, most of which goes alongside the River Thames. It was my idea, believing that this fave walk might raise my spirits. What didn't help was that week saw London hit by a heatwave and the heat made me all the more irritable.

We walked along the riverside and my eye caught sight of this piece of graffitti. It struck an immediate chord deep within me. The statement expressed exactly how I felt about myself and my life at that very moment in time. My friend was baffled when I asked him to take a photo of me against it and more baffled when I refused to look at the camera. I was looking for a way out from the hell that my life had become.

I returned to Liverpool 2 days later and entered the climactic stage of my breakdown. This square whenever I see it scares me for this sums everything up about myself, my life and how I felt about it. I was in immense inner pain. There was I feel something serendipitous about this graffitti being there at that very time. No doubt it has long since vanished but never has a photo ever captured the raw honesty of the moment for me. Posted by Picasa

Friday, November 04, 2005


twelve and a half years separate my two handsome sons. the elder: the child of my youth, the child of my innocence. the younger: the child of my age, the child of my experience. From divorce and remarriage i ran. from hatred, rage and pain, i fled. Foster homes served their purpose, raised to adulthood. from one uncaring home to the next. My sons will have life different, i swore when the first was born. i renewed that vow just six months ago. For me, for my sons, the cycle stops here. no more violence, no more hate. We make our own way. The daily struggle sometimes seems overwhelming, but with love, our family will flourish. From our family to yours, we wish Harmony.  Posted by Picasa

Sunday, August 28, 2005


This summer I lived on the Great Barrier Reef as part of a volunteer turtle research project. Every day brought a new challenge that I'd never experienced before, like camping on the beach, diving off a moving boat, handling endangered animals, living and working with a small group of people hundreds of miles from the nearest inhabited area. It was the most intense thing I've ever done, and one of the highlights of my entire life. Posted by Picasa

Saturday, August 13, 2005


This is the house where I was raped in December of
1995. I took this picture just about a month ago. I
hadn't even been in that area of town since it
happened, but I drove right to it with no hesitation.
I stopped my car, got out and took several pictures of
the house all the while having flashbacks of what
happened that night/morning.After I got through taking
the pictures, I sat in my car shaking for what seemed
like forever and a day. I felt sort of good though
that I had finally faced what happened. I still
sometimes think it was my fault, but when I look at
the pictures I took and remember exactly what
happened, I know that it was not.
 Posted by Picasa

Sunday, August 07, 2005



There has to be nourished a simple idea that we are one family on this earth: that we must see the other as brother and sister; that yes, some of us are trapped in cycles of hate, violence and revenge, but like in our own homes, brothers may fight, may passionately disagree yet they do not resort to killing, and indeed take responsibility, each for the other. There is relatedness based in respect for kinship, recognition and value, because they are family. And it is this that must be nurtured among the greater human family. Stop the wars! Posted by Picasa


This block is dedicated to my brother, an innocent man serving time in the Florida penal system. Each day we struggle and each day we become stronger. The love I have for him keeps me strong and focused and I know that one day he will be exonerated of all charges and ALL will see his innocence. Until that day we pray to the Great Spirit to guide us in our quest. We would also ask that because we know that there are so many other men and women out there serving time for uncommitted offenses, that the Great Spirit be with them and their loved ones in there struggle to find justice. We ask that we and they are granted what they ask. Until then we ask for strength, guidance and patience to continue the fight for freedom. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, July 28, 2005


This was taken at the "10 Visions" exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago, circa December 2004. It is of me and my sister, via a monitor. The room was actually made up of fragmented metal pieces protruding from the ground; only in the camera's eye were we trapped inside those boxes. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

The Human Quilt

Quilting has long since been a product of tradition. Quilts have been passed down generation to generation in order to tell the story of families and friends. Throughout history, they have acted much like a scrapbook. Each square in a quilt tells a story. It's time for you to tell your story. The Human Quilt is a project to tell the story of people from around the world. Different backgrounds, cultures, or races do not matter on the Human Quilt. Each square tells the story of a life. Please send a picture, drawing, poem, or any other form of expression to the Human Quilt. Each square will show an emotion, a memory, a fear, a love, a secret, a desire, or anything else. It is your story to tell. Send us your square to tell your story.

Send your square, along with a brief explanation to: humanquilt@gmail.com.


this is my son, hans. he was stillborn on 17 february 2005. i just want him back.  Posted by Picasa

Saturday, July 16, 2005




















I took this picture the day after the attacks. King's Cross Station was my favorite place in the small part of the city I had visited, and I nearly cried to see it closed.

Monday, July 04, 2005


This picture was taken on a boat trip to the Farne Islands, that lie off the coast of Northumberland.
It was a trip I had looked forward to all week, hence the binoculars.
The holiday had been spent walking miles along the ruins of Hadrian's Wall, and this trip was to be the highlight of the week. An excursion to see the seals, followed by a trip to a castle that had once been used as a prison for Mary Queen of Scots.

The conversation when something like this.
me: 'Daaaaad? What's seasick?'
dad: 'Why?'
me: 'I have caught it.'
dad: 'There's no such thing.'
me: 'But I feel seasick. I really do.' Posted by Picasa


This beautiful man promised me - for as long as love shall last.
I hope that means forever. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, June 15, 2005


Last nigth a big quake shaked Arica, my city in north of Chile, the epicenter was in the little town of Huara in middle of Atacama desert. I had been many times in this lovely town, know some people there and even used to sleep siesta in front of their quiet cementery. I suppose that most of their clay houses had falled down making me feel how dwarf we are in front of nature forces. In http://www.bradanovic.cl/desereng.html there are a short story of my pass trough the little town, now destroyed Posted by Hello

Monday, June 13, 2005


This is my story. 13 years ago I had art, africa, earth, stars, sex, life,
fire, age, happiness, power, destruction, possession, darkness,
accomplishment, death, self on the mind, in the soul, flowing through the
spirit. It has all manifested in this moment in time. Manifest Destiny.
Blown up in my face baby! Posted by Hello

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Posting

Well, I think we are off to a good start. Some submissions, and some hits all in a few days. I would like to encourage everyone to take part in The Human Quilt. It is greatly appreciated and any square sent in will be a contribution that you, and you alone, can make. All submissions will remain anonymous. And every submission I receive will be posted. Share your story in a square!


I have a married friend who I chat with online. Every time we talk the conversation seems to drift towards the topic of sex. Usually its harmless, but I have told him before, and I'll tell you all now...."I hope my husband never talks to another woman this way"...I have to hope that.  Posted by Hello

Saturday, June 11, 2005


This is my recollection of my trip out west in October. I packed a car with some clothes and cheerios and just drove with my boyfriend. We saw some neat stuff but we were most intrigued by the people we saw and talked with. Like the human quilt, I found myself attracted to -- or appalled by -- the mannerisms and ways of life outside my quaint Iowa existence. When we crossed the Wyoming/Montana line, we hit Indian reservation and that was where I was most struck. It took thirty minutes to find an exit with utilities and when we got there, we were unwelcomed. Tourism is the reason the reservations are dying off and losing part of their traditional life. Alas...I wrote this in response to the moment...




change


slick curves banking around
the cool misted edges
of montana sunbreaks

the reservation sixty miles
of crow indian land
no utilities no services

a shambled gas station, thirty in
wrought-iron door puddled mud
my foot caked my shoe lost

the men in the back
playing something to murder the minutes
before the day's full impact begins
shoot us a look

our eyes google at the prospects

but the cashier
clad in laguna beach sweater
nail beds collecting dirt

knows we're tourists
hands us our change
four post-cards

laughs with the men
mocking our foreign accents Posted by Hello

Friday, June 10, 2005

The Human Quilt

Quilting has long since been a product of tradition. Quilts have been passed down generation to generation in order to tell the story of families and friends. Throughout history, they have acted much like a scrapbook. Each square in a quilt tells a story. It's time for you to tell your story. The Human Quilt is a project to tell the story of people from around the world. Different backgrounds, cultures, or races do not matter on the Human Quilt. Each square tells the story of a life. Please send a picture, drawing, poem, or any other form of expression to the Human Quilt. Each square will show an emotion, a memory, a fear, a love, a secret, a desire, or anything else. It is your story to tell. Send us your square to tell your story.

Send your square, along with a brief explanation to: humanquilt@gmail.com.



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