Maria told me recently that at one time, her art and her life became separated, the two became estranged from one another. Increasingly, the space between her art and her life has shrunk, one is now indistinguishable from the other. Our bathroom is a work of art, the old rattan chair is the barn is becoming a striking piece of folk art, we are getting letters from everywhere from farm artists using baling wire in different ways.

I think art and life works best together, goes together, the Fiber Chair reminds me that they are really all the same thing, or ought to be.