Another year, another harvest.

Harvesting knowledge, wisdom and skill into the craft of life.

In 2013 I threw dust to wind, packed my loom, and moved to a rural community in Northern Ontario. This impulsive nature and desire to constantly be pushing the boundaries of existence landed me in yet another incredible experience. The experience of living in solitude. The experience of living on Manitoulin Island was much more than I could have ever imagined. At the time of arrival I didn’t expect to stay much longer than the year. Now it’s been six. These lands have allowed me the time and space to explore the depths of my craft. And the depths of my mind. Finding variable aspects in the garden that grows my food, in the forests where I walk, in the great lakes where I swim, in the silence of long winters and in the warmth of a fire. I’ve found myself in the threads that fabricate themselves as an intricate explanation to thoughts I’d otherwise have no words for.

Here are the beautiful foods that grew to nourish my mind and the wild flowers I foraged for colours that dance upon my threads. These are parts of me that become the parts of each thread I weave.