Through weaving, I’ve become curious about materials and structure. I’ve developed a sensitivity to the qualities of the objects that surround me, with a special focus on textiles. What I’ve noticed is a general degradation of their quality. Everyday items remind us constantly of their inadequacy: a sweater that disintegrates with every wash, a teapot with a leaky spout, furniture destined for the curb at the next move. We are surrounded by objects that are temporary and disposable.

In my imagination, these objects radiate a malicious energy, and degrade our connection to physical spaces. We are less willing to touch these objects, to open them, and to repair them. I believe what follows is an alienation from our bodies. At this time, weaving can be powerful when it fulfills its purpose in a utilitarian way. I will not betray the utility of craft for an aesthetic outcome.

Every rug is a one of one, hand dyed and handwoven by me.