As a boy in Kentucky, my older sister taught me to sew. My younger sister’s Barbie was my muse. As an adult, I still love the fabric stores on the west side of midtown Manhattan. After 30+ years, I left NYC for an agricultural community in upstate NY. I traded concrete for flower farms and fields of corn, becoming my fascination. Manipulating corn’s fabric-like husks (which vary from pleated silk to corduroy) has replaced my morning ritual of reading Women’s Wear Daily.