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The Cycle
Tsunami, hurricanes, war. Aging, death, cancer in loved ones. When no image felt strong enough, the medium of tapestry itself became the metaphor for our uncertain lives. We weave our lives and work to last, yet use inherently fragile materials. Bodies and relationships. Hair, plant fiber, and color.
Fragments
of my early tapestries, not woven to be cut up, represent the mundane, intimate artifacts that by chance survive calamity, in memory or in fact.
Memory
examines grief, reconstruction,
what is remembered, lost and retained,
the ghosts that remain over time.
The Cycle Continues
as embroidery stitches represent moths on each of the new tapestries.
