breakdown. immovable. i feel heavy. the urge to shut down, tighten and close. yet the tears flow. and when tears come out, hope makes it's way in. it starts with the tiniest light. which becomes bright. i still am weighted. but the pain changes.
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..