Three Hours Waiting
2024

Three hours in a hospital room waiting to lose a daughter after pregnancy complications in April 2020, as the world was navigating the early days of the pandemic. The droplet warning on the door. A masked staff turning their heads and keeping distance. This piece is both a burial shroud and a powerful garment of protection. Unfinished ends, gaps in the weft, and errant yarns show the mark of the hand and the unraveling happening simultaneously in public and private worlds.

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