Sunset

That evening, I waited for the sun to set, eager to witness the rare planetary alignment unfolding in the sky. As the colors deepened and the horizon shifted, I wondered what it would be like to capture that moment, not in a photograph, but through weaving. This piece holds the memory of that transition, where light fades only to make way for something extraordinary.

Each piece holds a story, but it does not begin or end with me. The joy is in letting it be what you see. Some may find colour, others may find memory. Some may notice the textures, others the gaps. This work is not born from sorrow or heaviness. It often begins in joy, in quiet wonder, or a moment that felt full. But like all things made by hand, it carries its own rhythm and leaves space for yours. There is no right way to view it. What you notice, what moves you, what stays with you, that becomes the meaning.