When I was 8 years old I would spend hours in a small nook of my home making stuffed animals by hand of imaginative creatures, opening a magical portal of mysticism and the purest form of my creativity. My Yiayia, who would watch my Great Grandmother cross stitch, taught me how to use a sewing machine and make tapestries. My mother who watched her mother and her mother’s mother make sweaters and blankets taught me how to crochet and knit. I would sit at the feet of all these women I idolized and watch as their hands moved rhythmically with such artistry and skill. Every stitch sewn with intention and care, the clarity of the mind as a meditative space that I visit, a trade secret that weaves the tactile women in my family. These seeds were planted in her curious mind by the nimble hands of the women that shaped her. If my younger self could sit at my feet and observe my craftsmanship, would she be just as amazed? Biomorphism is a process of organic abstraction of nature’s designs that acts as a vehicle fortifying my spiritual aspirations and connections to this lineage of women in craft arts.
