When I first began weaving this piece, some shadowy figures emerged from the painted paper. “What are you waiting for?” they whispered. I unwove it all and thought about the nature of waiting and what I am waiting to do and what I am waiting for as I wrote on the weft paper strips and rewove them around the watchers.
Now I will have to push myself not to wait too long to mount and display it. That is something that I procrastinate terribly about, and I am trying to work on that this year since I am now in a co-op gallery.