Laurel Reinhardt

When I left MN to move to WNC, I left behind a labyrinth mowed into the grass of a local college, and I searched for a way of making one for myself. This led me to begin quilting labyrinths, but I still wanted a walkable one. I eventually settled on over-turned wine bottles to define the path; I liked this for 2 reasons: the whole idea of Spirit being held by containers of spirits, and the concavities would allow me to put in votive candles to walk the labyrinth at night. The picture here is one of my cat, Willow, "walking" the labyrinth a few mornings before her death