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All I Got Was This Quilt
Cyanotype on cotton denim, thread
12" x 12" x .25"
by Dani Wagner
@danigrayla
These blocks were pieced together following my mother’s death & a failed pregnancy journey, two events that unfolded together in 2025. The central squares are cyanotype prints on denim, made from ovulation tests, layered with thread marking each test taken over the year I tried to conceive while visiting my mother in the ICU & eventually planning her funeral. The surrounding fabric is dyed with an inverse cyanotype of baby’s breath, present at both funerals & baby showers. Underneath the grief, there was anger. Anger at her for not taking care of herself. Anger at myself for not trying to conceive sooner. Anger that I never told her we were trying. Anger that whether or not I conceived, I would never again be the same person she knew. This piece represents my feelings of wanting everything to change & wanting nothing to change at all. Wanting to stay exactly the daughter my mother knew. Neither wish came true. I am still her daughter. I am still not anyone’s mother.
All I Got Was This Quilt
Cyanotype on cotton denim, thread
12" x 12" x .25"
by Dani Wagner
@danigrayla
These blocks were pieced together following my mother’s death & a failed pregnancy journey, two events that unfolded together in 2025. The central squares are cyanotype prints on denim, made from ovulation tests, layered with thread marking each test taken over the year I tried to conceive while visiting my mother in the ICU & eventually planning her funeral. The surrounding fabric is dyed with an inverse cyanotype of baby’s breath, present at both funerals & baby showers. Underneath the grief, there was anger. Anger at her for not taking care of herself. Anger at myself for not trying to conceive sooner. Anger that I never told her we were trying. Anger that whether or not I conceived, I would never again be the same person she knew. This piece represents my feelings of wanting everything to change & wanting nothing to change at all. Wanting to stay exactly the daughter my mother knew. Neither wish came true. I am still her daughter. I am still not anyone’s mother.