Weaving is an often used metaphor for life, living and the complexities of human existence. For me, Navajo weaving is the apex of this metaphor, especially when every part is done by hand.
I begin with an idea, something beautiful, exciting, or thought provoking. Sketching comes next, as page after page of revisions brings the idea into focus. Next comes the fleece that must be dyed, carded and finally spun into yarn. Warping the loom is the next step and must be done precisely. At last the weaving itself may begin and slowly, row by row, the vision takes shape. The infinite variants in yarn color, yarn thickness, loom tension, and rug size are what make each finished rug utterly unique.