Even Now I can Hear Them

The ocean is wide, it is blue, and it is both the division and the connection to home. Depictions of home always include the ocean for me, the sounds it emits brings a visceral feeling to my being. The souvenirs I take with me are fragmented but again a connector to where I long to be. The action of hand weaving this work allowed for moments of reflection on this tension. This piece includes shells and twigs collected from beaches in Puerto Rico, the choice in pattern and color acts to mimic waves.