My loom is on my porch, secluded and enclosed, overlooking my beloved lake in the Adirondack Mountains of upstate New York. Trees. Lake. Mountains. Can I capture them in my weaving? Yes. Many people enjoy doing that.
I’m a musician. Rhythm. Harmony. Dissonance. You can find them in my textiles.
People call me an artist, but I’m really a scientist in disguise. I may hide some math or physics in my design. Then I discover that the finished textile emerges with an existence and meaning of its own. People respond to my textiles and then they figure out uses for them.
As a mathematician and physicist, I see abstract mathematical concepts, crystals, and the stars.
As a musician playing the recorder, I hear the flow of music.
As one who loves nature, I see the waves on the lake, the clouds, the mountains.
And as a weaver, I create my textiles.
They all flow together. I find no boundaries between art and science, between math and music, between the abstract and the concrete.