Why I Weave

Art as Care, Art as Worship

What does nothing look like?

On the first day, the earth was formless, empty, and dark. It held nothing- because in every sense of the word, it was nothing.

Then God spoke.

And the earth was given shape and light, filled with abundance- seas and dry ground, vegetation and living creatures- everything we know and love, each with its own colors, patterns, textures, and purpose.

This is why I weave.

Because when my life began, I entered into a world that had been shaped from nothing into abundance. And like every other human, I was given a role: caretaker.

In my practice, that calling takes shape in many ways- most notably in the materials I use and how I acquire them. I gather found fibers- thrifted sweaters, stained blankets, maybe an outgrown baby sock- and reshape them into something with new design, new order, and new meaning. For me, art is also craft- slow, humble, and held in the hands.

Each thread is a quiet reminder of provision.

Each line reflects a greater design.

Each piece, however small, bears witness to the beauty and order made possible in a broken world.