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Artist Statement.
As I travel on my journey around the sun I have learned to spin fibers, dye yarns and weave my thoughts and ideas. I grew up with knitted sweaters, felted boots, and woolen blankets. My neighbor taught me to spin, my uncle to draw, one grandma taught my left handed knitting and one let me feed the sheep. I have learned from masters through apprenticeships in Denmark, craft schools in Norway and textile conservation in England. After finding my own language, tapestry weaving, I have traveled on the road of colors and design. I weave the birds I feed, the plants I grow, my frustration of wars and chaos in the world, and my love of place. My father was a sea captain, and I grew up traveling and discovering. I like to find differences and similarities with other inhabitants of the world, and enjoy finding how we are all related through fibers and textiles. I was influenced by Norwegian tapestry weavers, and the Polish weavers in 1960s showed me the limitless possibilities on the loom. Studies of ancient techniques have taught me how close I am to the weavers of the past and how much there is to realize and learn. Today the people of the world keep working with fibers; we have silky corn and soy fibers, blended with stainless steel and bamboo, fiber optic fibers that glow in the dark and a universe full of string theories.
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A Journal, or Diary, one square inch woven each day, a feeling , the weather or something great that happened. A month with a Blue moon.............
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