The desire to get hold of certain truths gave me wings to fly in this trail of poetic knitting.
 
In front of love, in front of anguish and death ... simply in front of life, what can be said? Sometimes nothing, or sometimes poetry.

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In Armenia, 100 years after the Genocide ... in the mountains ... 

With a thread through the past and present to the future, this practice has given me a language through which I can maintain my connection to Armenian culture. 
 
The cold I felt brought me closer to the warm wool and the words that eluded my mind became images. At the beginning I saw it as my trouble ... being unable to talk, to speak in order to discover, connect, protect me ... . Then I realized that souls need a shelter here and I decided to start knitting for souls, to knit poetic images from different angles, when mainstream talk means nothing.