Since starting to weave, I made myself two promises: I would use the wool I already have before buying more, and I would continue to pursue art. However, as anyone who has ventured into weaving, it’s nearly impossible not to buy more wool. Needless to say, I haven’t kept the first promise.

What I have done, though, is keep the second promise to pursue art. My artistic career took a turn when I started asking questions about how the world works—how cities are designed, who makes these decisions, and what lies beneath the surface of our streets. That curiosity led me to Toronto to study cities. In the process, I set aside painting and drawing to focus on writing, learning, and eventually becoming a professional—whatever that might mean to you. For a time, it meant trying to figure out if I was a pantsuit kind of person or someone who could speak their mind freely at any table.

For many of us who juggle dual identities—something by day and someone else by night—it can take years for that “other something,” namely art, to find its way back into the light. And so it does now. And it will continue to.

I actively seek opportunities to push my comfort level with colour and explore how my work might exist in different spaces. I deeply value collaborating with others—whether artists or crafters —and I’m committed to showing up for this medium of weaving in meaningful ways. At the same time, I’ve been advised by fellow artists to not overthink it. Which, I think is sound advice. So, I just keep on showing up at the loom.