Knots and meanders show up in my work over and over, for different purposes and meanings. These most recent knots have all been made during our shared quarantine, and have become an important meditation for me. They purl line upon line of color, much like someone who knits might find comfort in repetition, but they also define knots that are not really knots-- things that look like a tangle but that could be pulled apart gently. This is a sort of prayer that encompasses the many knots that I see in our culture and country, but also in interpersonal communication and staticky feedback of intention and action.
