This installation is a quiet unraveling, a weaving of time, loss, and lineage. Through a series of sculptural weavings—each caught in a different stage of becoming—I explore the invisible threads that tie grief to inheritance, illness to intimacy, and memory to the body.

Poems are woven into the fabric, becoming part of the warp and weft. They speak in fragments—of women who came before me, of their silences, their suffering, and their resilience. The act of weaving becomes both meditative and archival: a way to hold what has been handed down, and to question what I continue to carry.

At the center of this work is my own evolving relationship with motherhood. The tension between what is nurtured and what is inherited—between care and burden—is present in every knot and fray. Illness, especially that which runs through generations of women, becomes a language I am both learning and unlearning.

This is a space for slowness, for process, for incomplete stories. The installation is not a finished tapestry, but a living one—gathering, loosening, remembering.