I write this in honor of the Fiber Chair (a/k/a the Rapunzel Chair) completed today by my wife after two years of work. It will take up a place of honor on the back porch or in the yard, or wherever Maria chooses to put it. It celebrates the idea that for us, there is really no separation between our work and our art and our lives.

Every day we cut the baling string from the hay and give it to the animals. Maria noticed there were some discarded old chairs up in the barn, she is going to make each one of them into a piece of art. She did this in pouring rain, freezing cold, the dark of a winter morning. Making art is as natural to her as breathing. I honor the Fiber Chair on its completion, it has great spirit. so does my wife.