Before the cloth, there is the loom; before the body, there is the promise. Solar
Loom is a weaving caught in the act of becoming, its loose ends reaching out like
rays, roots, or fingers searching for the next stitch. Red, amber and magenta
membranes glow between the threads like morning light through skin. It holds the
heat of an unfinished sun, a reminder that we are always being woven, and that the
frame was never meant to contain us.
