As a child, I would spend hours tracing the intricate patterns of the dusty old knock-off Persian rug that lived in our kitchen.

I was fascinated by the level of detail and how the tension and pull of the tiny threads warped detail into existence.

Later, I discovered intricate Japanese woodblock prints, that used tiny dots and the absence of marks to render marks on a page with ink.

This work was an attempt to massage out the imagery that I immediately saw in the form and movement of the flowfield, so that others could see it too; Something delicate and organic that could be spun with light, bunched-up threads.