Through my work, I explore our universal attempts at making sense of our world, setting systems for ourselves, only to see them unravel or even consciously provoking their very destruction. I think of us as human paradoxes, absurd, even comical at times, weaving our beautiful, complex journeys as we continue to forge ahead toward the ultimate end, making connections, trying to heal our and each others’ wounds, unravelling and stitching our torn selves back together as best we can. The line that my own path has traced is winding, with detours broken in parts but continually seeking its way forward in loops and leaps, great and small, always under construction. The path, the line often comes to me as thread, threads like I saw pass so many times through my grandmother’s fingers when she knitted beside me, sharing her stories, the words coming as her fingers danced. I believe the images of weavings I create are a metaphor for our own mysterious, colourful journeys. Through various media I try to express my anxious optimism as I forge ahead, with the humour and drama that hide in all of us.