I truly have a love affair with lines. I don’t know if it is because of the order that they suggest, or the way topographical lines attempt to chart the naturally flowing land but they became my place of rest during my first 100 Day Project back in spring 2017. Lines can create value in a drawing, they create boundaries and also connect one place to another. They represent movement and transformation, rigidity and fluidity - particularly those drawn by hand. If weaving is in my blood because of the grandmothers and great grandmothers I never knew, lines are in my blood because of my very own father. I grew-up watching him draw lines to communicate three dimensional ideas for buildings and houses. Lines reflected ideas and the very important instructions for how different materials should be put together to build something. The lines defined the thing but they also delineated the absence of the thing … the open space, the place created between. Lines are about drawing, communicating and also now about releasing. I meditate with lines. I lose myself in them and feel more free than with most other practices in my life. My mind is released and my instincts take over and I simply follow a force that I have no name for. As much as lines attempt to define, it is ironic that I go to them with the expressed desire to not define - to let go …