i think of the yarn i threaded correctly in a pattern with red and green, as i sit in a body uncomfortable not alone, a shell hosting two beings.
Monday, February 9, 2009
the days are growing lighter, and i heavier. i cannot help but wish the inevitable change would come soon. my body aches and it has become hard not to curse. and how blessed i should be to feel this pain.
i am a fiber artist. i grew up on a dairy farm in the midwest. my grandmother introduced me to wide variety of crafts, this encouraged my imagination. as i grew older interests in the arts became my focus. throughout my years in a rural high school i escaped through using the art department and dark room every moment i could. in college i needed to find my concentration, it took a year in england to so so. i came back to where it all had begun, fabric, craft. with my fiber degree i teach adults and children how to weave. the beauty of the loom has been opened to me. i am perfecting my catalog of works; a collection of of rugs and rep weaves. i have four children and try my best to foster their creativity each day, they are my other works in progress. i feel fulfilled. there is so much more to offer in the time beyond this moment..