Fiber...

I was observing this beautiful yarn, spun and died by a local artisan. It was beautiful and raw. It is amazing how all these flecks of hair come together and find their strength by bonding together with other fibers and become a form. Not unlike the way our experiences, environment and emotions get woven together as individual strands into the fiber of our lives. It becomes part of the blood that runs through our veins. It becomes the representation of who we are.