I walk. It calms my mind. I know just what to do next. My feet carry me forward. Mostly my walks are routine, tranquil, and quiet. Occasionally I flush out a bird, a deer or two. Sometimes I come around a bend in the path and am delighted to see a dried pod, a tree full of galls, or a vine that is particularly beautiful that day. I am in a place of meditation. This is how my weaving feels to me as well. It is quiet and methodical, one thread after another carrying me forward.

On a good day, I am surprised by the time that has slipped away as I witness where I have been and where I am going, traveling on foot through the landscape or into the space in front of me at my loom. My contemplative pieces are a reminder that the small fragments of nature that we tend to overlook are always there, waiting to be seen. As you view my work, I hope that, at least for a moment, you become lost in the discovery of the minute, the quiet of repetition, and the beauty of nature and pattern.