When I Look at You I Wonder
In a world turned upside-down, what does it take to find curiosities and pleasure in our surroundings? How do we reconcile our inner and external lives, when so much turmoil surrounds? It’s hard to find peace, to still the mind, settle anxieties. A new liminal space is created, “the apartment,” now a transitory space for work and relaxation, pleasure, exploration, making, stillness, and living. In this confined space, there is still freedom to be found. I turn my thoughts inward, a richness of inner life, and lean into the work that has always buoyed: the calming, repetitive work of weaving. Cloth has become a canvas for working through mental tensions, for finding comfort, reveling in small imperfections, and delving into riotous color to delight the senses. This cloth is a living record of time-- not a waiting period, but a moment of great change that I will never turn back from. Instead this stillness is now woven into the fabric of our work.
For me, the act of scavenging color from nature serves as a method of self-preservation. The amazing ranges of color become the canvas for dreamscapes, surreal objects, and meditations on current events. Queer glittering sensibilities are reigned in, morphing into a quiet opulence of pleasure in small things, centered in the interplay of pattern and ground and color.