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In the Cyclical Pattern of Place ~ 🪡

2025

“Only the ephemeral is of lasting value” ~

In the Cyclical Pattern of Place is an evolving body of work that reflects my ongoing exploration of transience—how time, memory, and the natural world move in cycles, returning, shifting, fading. This series marks a quiet shift in my practice: from working with found maps to using photographs I’ve taken myself—moments gathered across seasons, held gently, and stitched slowly into being.

These images—sunlight filtering through trees, the soft lines of a landscape, the moon in its different phases—have become more than documentation. They are threads of presence. For the first time, I’m working with what I’ve directly experienced, weaving memory and place into the slow, meditative rhythm of stitch.

While traces of earlier map-based work still appear, these newer pieces are less about locating and more about listening. I find myself tuned to/wards Beauty—not as something fixed or decorative, but as something fleeting, subtle, and deeply felt. Beauty in the way light touches a surface, in the quiet shift of a season, in the act of making itself.

Stitching remains an intuitive and repetitive process for me—a way to move with time rather than against it. It allows space for reflection, for fragments to resurface, for moments to take new form. Some works bridge old and new; others feel like beginnings. I don’t always know where the piece is going, and that uncertainty has become part of the practice—an openness to discovery.

This series is, in many ways, a personal archive. Each stitch is a gesture of care, a way of holding what is ephemeral, of marking what might otherwise go unnoticed. I’m not trying to preserve moments, but to trace them as they pass—to dwell in their becoming.

I continue to return to Eugene Ionesco’s words: “Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.” This work lives in that space—a quiet honouring of impermanence, and the beauty held within it.

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