Statement

STATEMENT



I learned to stitch lace from my grandmother, descendant of Armenian survivors of the Turkish massacres; I learned to knit in Jerusalem from a Polish refugee of the Holocaust; and I learned to twine basketry from one of the few living masters of Native American basket weaving in California. These dedicated women tenaciously pull the threads of survival forward. When memory fails, hands remember. With each stitch, with each thread, they trace the breathless pause between loss and beauty.