Quarantine has led me to work beyond my medium, to explore what art making really is to me, what place-making looks like, and my gratitude for the home and the colors that surround me. My hands are busy, constantly moving the yarn through my fingers creating something with the lost and forgotten balls of yarn. Just enough yarn that you cannot bring yourself to get rid of it but not quite enough to make anything whole. This is not the first time my world has been turned upside down nor will it be the last, I am sure, this time, once again I turn to yarn. The crochet hook creates something whole out of fragments. I distract myself from my thoughts with the colors that bring me joy, as I sit with myself.
