This is a jacquard “edition” of the original weaving of The place where silt stuck to our bare feet, they were free and didn’t know this would be enough. Much like print making traditions, I have woven limited editions made at a more accessible price point.

It’s so pleasant to see my work at this scale with this interpretation.  
Here's the story of the original composition: There’s a place where my tiny family likes to go when it is sunny and not so quiet. The tide has to be just right. We carefully climb down rocks, I remove my shoes because it feels right to have connection with the ground. It’s a commitment because the silt and sand will be impossible to remove when we are finished.The boys (dogs) take off over barnacle covered rocks at full speed. I always fear they will find something better and fail to return. It’s so hard to keep from calling them back.Shane is often excitedly pointing things out or recalling a unique story from the day. I’m both trying to listen and fighting the urge to interrupt him to have him reassure me that the dogs will return. I breathe and dodge the sharp barnacle rocks with my feet.Everything in this moment can seem so small but I think it’s going to be better than most things I will remember in this life.This piece was made to capture this snapshot memory. I often experience similar experiences and feelings when walking by waterways. Weaving this piece was a deliberate effort to pause and reflect on these moments.
 
I will only make a total of three of these.  There are two left in the edition.