I have several passions in this life, but the one that drives me to create is fiber. I adore the textures of the different fibers, the different qualities they possess and how I can manipulate them into something beautiful. I love that I can dye them, and blend them, and spin, weave and knit them, and the exact process I choose determines the outcome. A hundred different things could have happened, perhaps a thousand, but each creation comes to be because of the choices I make, or the choices my heart makes for me and my hands blindly obey.

Each creation is like a new birth. It starts as a pile of fluff, embryonic, and goes through stages of development. Cleaning, preparing, dyeing, spinning and then using the yarn to create something with yet another technique. And as with children, we cherish each stage they go through, and cry when they outgrow it. It is heartbreaking, and joyous at the same time. I fall in love with the fiber all over again at each stage, because they are all beautiful, and mourn their loss when they grow into the next phase, and then start the cycle again.

All along the way I put my heart and soul into these creations. Many of my products have a dozen hours in them, some have scores. Whatever energy or entity I am channeling during it's creation is what makes it interesting, what gives it that dissonance, or resonance, that makes good art. It's how it gets it's own personality and identity.

I recently came across this word, translated from Greek, and I love it.
(n.) the soul, creativity, or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work