In the course of daily activities, moments appear that appear totally ordinary, but are indescribably exquisite. As observers, we are deeply affected by these experiences, though they are often difficult to convey to others. Occurrences of this sort, like interlacements, exist in between recognizable things, between observer and sky, between your home and the mailbox. In occupying an ambiguous space these objects open up new possibilities for habitation - an expansion of the experiential field.
Weaving and walking both invite the physical presence of the practitioner without demanding their full mental attention. This does not hinder mindfulness but allows for the thoughts to wander and collect in the rhythm of shuttle passing through the shed, or of feet meeting ground. In this repetition, the internal and external worlds are transformed, a line string becomes a cloth, the linear path of footsteps becomes a map, embodied knowledge of our surroundings. The transformation of line into plane is magic, it is a revelation, and I feel called to share this joy of revelation with you.