The fiber chair is a mystery and a riddle. It has secrets, but no one knows what they are.

Maria doesn’t know why she began working on it.

She doesn’t know when she will be finished.

She doesn’t know what she will do with it when it is done.

She doesn’t know if she will sell it.

She works on it almost every day,

but she doesn’t have any plan for it.

She doesn’t know if she will used different colors of baling wire.

Art sometimes occurs for its own sake, and cannot be explained.

Eventually, it reveals itself, and it’s secrets become evident and

understood.

Once upon a time, this would have confused me.

Now, it makes perfect sense.