All encompassing life holds death in it’s cycles of endless change. Place and time are concepts that only exist in the physical realm. We crochet our threads of connection to communities, families, collectives, and networks through this interesting exploration of seeing ourselves as separate only to know ourselves again as a piece of an infinite whole. This reinforcement of beautifully crafted connections keeps us integrated and is one the creative acts of this greater thing called love. This crocheting of love was the life work of my mother who past now over five years ago.
