Yarn moving through the shuttle as I weave connects me to the turkish weaver whose 10,000-year-old piece of fabric still exists, to Lydia the dealer in purple cloth, and to the weavers on backstrap looms in Guatemala and Sierra Leone who were photographed for me by family members who also saw the connection. I love color and texture, the feel of the yarns as I touch them, and the hand of the fabric. I design my woven pieces to let the yarn speak for itself. I learn something new with each warp - sometimes about the interlacement of the yarns, sometimes about myself.
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