This piece is a quiet tribute to the process- the hands, the materials, the imperfection and intimacy of making something new from what has already been used. I paired it with a poem I wrote, reflecting on how even the smallest woven edges carry meaning. How they hold history, effort, and emotion in each twist of fiber.

The palette shifts gently from coral skies to dark layered ground, with bright interruptions of blue and magenta that feel like sparks of life- imperfect, but alive. The edges are uneven, a little unruly, and that’s part of the point: this piece doesn’t strive for symmetry. It holds itself in the honesty of reworking, reusing, and reimagining.

Woven Edges is the tenth piece in What Holds, a series rooted in endurance, memory, and the beauty of what remains after unraveling.