This is what happens when I allow myself to weave without boundaries or set structures, without pressures and set ideas. This is me weaving and listening to the willow. I look at what willow I have ready and soaked and weave selecting for colour and textures, shape and thickness.
This piece became a wall piece. As I was making I felt I was tracing lines, storylines. Some of those stories woven into it are mine. Others are not. We are all walking our own lines, writing our won stories. But we are so very interconnected. Like an ecosystem we are woven together into each others lives weather we know it or not.