I began weaving years ago, three and a half years before I lost my son and only child, Josiah to homicide.
Weaving is challenging, meditative and therapeutic in nature. The planning of each project and threading of the loom engages my left brain. The weaving on the other hand, stimulates my right. The shafts rise and fall in rhythm with my feet, my hands work in unison throwing the shuttle from side to side, back and forth. With each movement, the patterns evolve, handmade fabric is born. Each piece is unique and has my heart, dreams and often tears, woven within.
Hi, Everyone! This coming Friday I will be auctioning off two projects that I have been working on for some time. Both have been woven with tons of intention, love and craftsmanship. I have named them both for Grateful Dead songs in honor of my trip to the Gorge this past summer to complete Josiah’s…