The cabinets hold physical meditations. Through the process of weaving—feeling the textures of the fibers through my fingers, intertwining with intention—their eternal absence transformed into comforting hugs of nostalgia. Memories billowed, as the weight of grief unraveled into light. Spirits which have threaded the fabric of who I am, are preserved in the tangible world.
Rae Therese (mom)
Gertrude (maternal grandmother)
Raymond (maternal grandfather)
Virginia (paternal grandmother)
Thomas (paternal uncle)
