Art is never just what it seems.

What began as yarn and glue, color and patience, became something sacred — a weaving of energy, emotion, and time. Each strand carries memory; each loop, a prayer. The texture, imperfect and organic, mirrors the pulse of life itself — uneven, layered, and beautifully human.

The mustard yellow represents the sun — the creative spark that drives all acts of becoming. The deep green grounds it, reminding the spirit to root before it rises. The ivory and gray speak softly of stillness, surrender, and the spaces between transformation. And that burgundy thread — raw and strong — reminds us that love and pain are often spun from the same spool.

When we create with our hands, we are not simply crafting; we are conjuring. We are reminding the universe that we are still connected to its design. That even in a world of pixels and plastic, there remains something eternal in the act of making.

This piece, though humble in material, is an altar in disguise — a physical manifestation of intention and surrender. It reminds us that divinity doesn’t demand perfection; it asks only for presence.

Every knot is a story. Every color, a heartbeat.
And when the work is done, the spirit rests — not because it’s finished, but because it’s finally heard.