Wool remembers the hand,
and the hand remembers the land.
This piece began with the ground—
raw, rooted, quiet.
From those muted soils,
a pulse emerged—
a surge of blue,
like breath meeting air,
like thought finding form.
It is the story of becoming—
of what rises
when we listen inward
and reach outward.
A meditation in texture,
a quiet ignition.
Here, the earth doesn’t hold us down—
it lifts us
toward light,
toward sky,
toward the unseen
that calls us home.
Felt Textile 60 X 55 cm | 2025
Felt, Paint & Reflection 