Every once in a while I will get images from viewers who witness work that has survived winter storms. This is when the changes in the piece speak the loudest about the materials I use and why I use them. The transformations, such as tendrils of wool teased out, or gaping holes left from the howling wind, are testimony to the effects of time on our own lives. The wool looks heavy and bedraggled when it is raining, much like how we feel when it is raining. On sunny and windy days wool is alive and dancing on the breeze. Many thanks to Marlboro College for the images.