I’ve been mesmerized by Sheila Hicks lately.

She reminds us to let the materials speak. To use the loom as a brain — not even a second one. The first one.

I’ve been sitting humbly before the material. Playing with it. Waiting. It will tell me what it wants if I stay quiet enough to hear it.

The life and the material speak what they seek to become.

Do we let them?